Chapter 12
When Mizuka woke up, everything was dark. Something was covering her eyes and there was a ball gag in her mouth. She was hung from her wrists making her stand on her toes.
Handcuffs?
She winced as the metal bite into her skin, so she tried to go higher on her toes, her hands twisting up to hold the chains to try to relieve the pain.
She blushed when she realized she was only wearing her bra and underwear. She can feel what felt like ropes pulling her thighs open.
"You're awake just in time."
She froze at Mizuki's voice.
Her blindfold was moved up and she blinked away the blurry darkness to see him smiling at her creepily in a dimly lit room. The walls were covered in...were those egg cartons? Where were they? How did she get here?
"A lot of the players paid good money to see you like this. I, of course, get to keep all the profits."
He had scissors in his hands and she shook her head and tried begging around the gag and twisting away as he snipped off her bra. His eyes grew hungry when he saw her bare tits.
"They are as big as everyone says. Ds, am I right? Atobe's so lucky," he said, licking his lips as he continued to stared at them. "If you'll excuse me."
Her cries were muffled by the gag as Mizuki grabbed hold of her breasts and started squeezing them, pinching her nipples and when he started sucking on her nipples, she tried to twist away, her breaths coming out hard. She would not moan for him. Her body betrayed her as her pussy clenched and ached from the pleasure her nipples were getting.
He had a firm hold on her as he held her in place by her tits. He moaned as he switched from one breast to the other.
He glanced at her as he pinched her saliva-wet nipples, grinning at her hitched breathing and the way her body twitched as she she tried to put every ounce of hatred in her glare.
"Don't look at me like that," he said as his hands moved down to tear off her underwear as she protested against her gag. "It's no fun if you don't make any noise." He then gave her a mischievous smile and she shook her body and cried against the gag as he kissed his way down her stomach. "I wonder how sensitive you are down here " he said more to himself.
She felt him spread her pussy wider.
"You're so wet already? You're such a slut," he said as she felt him breathing on her.
No! He can't!
She tried to kick him with her right, then left leg, but they were stuck in place by the rope pulling them open on each side.
She gasped, chills running through her as she felt him kiss her clit, his hands cupping her buttcheeks and squeezing them as he slid his tongue into her pussy.
NO!
She could feel tears coming close as she kept trying to shake him off, but he firmly held her in place as he gave her clit a good lick. That squeezed a moan out of her.
She felt sick. She hated this.
Something that only Atobe had ever done to her.
He supposed Sengoku was right. He should not go to Niou's room as a couple older players followed them from afar.
They had resumed their two groups to pretend to look for Mizuka through the buildings. Atobe could only hope she was alright. That the other players wouldn't find her. A glance at Oshitari and Sengoku and he knew they were thinking the same thing.
But, how would they know if they found her in Niou's room? Niou was on his way back to his room, right? They could trust Niou, right?
Rikkai Dai's trickster. He had played doubles with him. He was a good liar. He knew how to deceive people.
The doubts kept trickling in.
"We need to check on Mizuka," he voiced quietly.
"Atobe, we can't," Sengoku said and glanced at the other players.
"There isn't any harm if we just walked by the room," Oshitari suggested.
Sengoku gave him a long look. "Alright, fine."
"We can at least try to lose them first," Atobe said and they broke out into a sprint.
They ran into the building and rounded a corner on the first floor only to slam into something rock hard. Atobe stepped away from Oni's dark figure, his eyes glittering in the dark.
"Where is she?" He growled.
"Oni...you're not..." Oshitari started.
"OF COURSE NOT!" Oni snapped at his implication. He glanced at the other players who skidded to a stop behind them but quickly turned and ran away when they saw him.
"There goes our tail," Sengoku said, puffing out a breath.
Atobe led them upstairs and stopped abruptly when he saw Niou standing outside his open dorm room. He couldn't breathe. He ran to the room. Mizuka wasn't there.
"I don't know," he could hear Niou telling the others as he went in and looked around. "I left her here and went to find you guys. It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes."
"You better not be lying," Atobe drawled as he stepped face to face Niou, his voice cold as ice.
"Atobe, I don't want anything to happen to her. I'm not with them!"
"Who did you tell?"
"Nobody. I left her here and came straight to find you." Niou repeated, leveling his gaze with Atobe.
"Atobe, we can't waste time getting mad at Niou. If she's not here, we need to find her." Sengoku said.
Atobe knew he had listen to his voice of reason, but he couldn't shake the bad feeling off.
"Oh, Mizuka," Mizuki tutted. "You're so stubborn."
She had only made the slightest moans when he licked the right spots and he now stood there studying her, his eyes devouring her naked body.
She felt disgusted. Violated. She hated him so much she wanted to cry.
"Don't worry, I have just the thing."
She looked around when he had his back turned. She was handcuffed, a hooked pulley held her up, ropes wrapped around her thighs that were tied to poles on each side to keep her legs spread open. She was stuck.
"I have your body measured perfectly," Mizuki beamed, holding a white bottle in his hand. "5'7 with a 36-24-36 hourglass body." He squeezed the bottle and a gel like liquid came onto his hand and smeared it over her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples along the way. He then emptied the entire bottle onto her and placed it on the ground.
He was rubbing the liquid all over her body and after seconds, her body felt warm.
She gasped out a moan when he slid his finger into her pussy, grinning devlishly as he thrust his finger in and out of her, making her struggle to suppress her moans. He pulled his finger out to give her clit a good rub, causing her to moan and shiver at the pleasure, and used a finger to prod her asshole, chuckling when she shook her ass. "You're so cute."
Mizuki picked up the bottle and stared at it and grabbed her breast and squeezed it, idly pinching and twisting her nipple.
"Ah!...Mnmm..ahnn!" Mizuka couldn't help her moans at the intense pleasure she felt. Her thighs tightening and pulling, her pussy aching for attention.
"A supposedly strong aphrodisiac," he said more to himself, and then he finally looked at her and threw the bottle aside to grab her other breast to massage and pinch her other nipple.
"Ah!" She moaned, her body shaking, her moans filling the room, her back arching to shove her breasts closer to him, her mind going blank. Her pussy clenched, jealous at the pleasure her nipples were getting and then she felt it.
No! No, no, no!
She was going to cum.
"Ahn, you're twitching so much," Atobe said softly by her ear as he pinched her nipples.
He was sitting against the headboard of their bed, his hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples as she sat in between his legs, her hands grasping his arms, and her legs being spread open by his. She was also naked, yet he was not.
"I...can't...help it," she managed to reply, her voice high from being pleasured and embarrassed. She could feel his erection pressing against her lower back.
He was pinching and twisting her nipples just the way she liked it. Her pussy was already throbbing and aching so much for attention. From all the times he's pleasured her, he knew just how to make her moan.
"Mizuka." Atobe said in his low seductive voice as he nipped and licked her ear, causing her back to arch even more.
"Yes," she moaned, her hand sliding to the back of his head as he slid his tongue along her neck. She could barely keep her eyes open, barely think, and soon enough, she came.
She moaned into the gag as she came.
"Whoa," Mizuki said as he paused his assult on her breasts to look down at her orgasm. "Now, that's more like it."
Mizuka slouched down panting, feeling the sting along her wrists. She felt him slide his hand down and she moaned when he shoved a finger into her.
He laughed as he repeatedly thrust his finger in and out of her, watching as she moaned, her hips pushing forward for more pleasure. "Jeez, Mizuka. You're so slutty."
He had his phone in the other hand as he shoved another finger into her, digging into her, and she came again with a muffled moan.
"Looks like your first customer is here," he said, pulling his fingers out and wiping her juices on his shirt. He pushed the blindfold over her eyes and fear trickled through her as she cried and protested against the gag, thrashing her body to no avail.
She just couldn't handle anymore of this. She didn't want this.
Her blindfold was pushed up and she blinked to see her naked body on his phone. She froze as he swiped through more pictures. "Want me to send these to Atobe? I wonder how he'll react."
Satisfied with her stunned silence, he pushed the blindfold over her eyes again and she heard his footsteps retreating. She felt goosebumps run through her when she heard a door open and shut.
"Don't say anything or she'll know who you are," Mizuki said. "You're the very first one. Come on, it's fine." She moaned when she felt her breast get grabbed and her nipple get pinched. "See? She likes it. Otherwise she wouldn't be moaning."
She gasped and moaned when she felt her breast getting sucked, a tongue flicking her nipple and she moaned more when she felt her other breast receive the same pleasure. The pleasure was too much, it was the only thing she could focus on as her body arched her breasts closer to the pleasure. She came within seconds.
Her breast was freed only to be grasped again and taken over by another hand. They were moaning with her as they continued to assault her tits, sucking on one breast as they pinched and twisted her other nipple.
"You like that, Mizuka?" Mizuki said by her ear.
The other assaulter was moving their kisses and licks down her breasts, down her stomach as they pinched and twisted her nipples, making her keep her moans. They finally released her only for her to moan again when they licked her clit, her pussy throbbing from the agony of wanting to be pleasured too. Her traitorous hips thrusting up for more pleasure.
"Hahh!...ahhh!"
Mizuki chuckled by her ear and he grabbed her breasts from behind, trapping her nipples between two fingers as he rubbed and squeezed them. Her mind was going blank from the pleasure, her clit being devoured and her breasts and nipples being abused, and her orgasm rocked through her again and again.
How long had it been since they had started looking for her? 15, 20 minutes? No 30?
By then, they had found the other group and they split up into pairs to look for her. Atobe adament about nobody going by themselves. He also wanted Niou with him, but he could see that concern traced the trickster's face as they searched each room.
Oshitari had started doing a soft frustrated sigh when each room came up empty.
Fear accompanied the bad feeling he felt thrumming through him.
Mizuka was panting hard and moaning loudly against rhe gag, her thighs tense from tightening at the pleasure her body was receiving, the pain around her wrists began throbbing.
Her nipples. Her clit. Her moans reached a higher pitch when she felt fingers being shoved deep into her.
She orgasmed again.
The pleasure stopped when they heard loud knocking. Mizuki pulled his hands from her breasts. "They're early." He muttered. "Sorry, your time's up."
The hands slowly left her body and she heard retreating footsteps, the door opened. "You're early. Turn around so my other client can leave and keep his identity hidden."
Mizuka felt the cold rush of air blow against her body, her wetness dripping down her legs.
The door slammed shut and she began to tremble. She didn't want this. She couldn't handle this anymore.
"Don't talk or she'll know-"
"I don't care if she knows it's me."
She froze.
It was Echizen Ryoga.
Fear and embarrassment made her breathing hitch, as if the thought if someone she knew touching her was somehow worse.
"Fine, suit yourself."
"Why wasn't I first?" Ryoga asked quietly, his voice deep.
"Well, you're the second highest bidder."
She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat as she started hyperventilating. She cried out when her breast was gripped and moaned when her nipple was being pinched. "I'll have none of that." Mizuki said. "Remember what we promised?"
NO. She didn't want anymore!
She shook her body, twisting her body, and he released her.
"You're so-"
It sounded like someone got punched and she heard them fall to the ground.
The blindfold was pulled off her and she blinked in Ryoga's passive face. Her body shook, trembling at what he would do.
"Let's get you out of here," his voice gentle as he untied the gag from her mouth. She let out a sound, her breaths came out in pants, her jaw aching. She glanced down and saw Mizuki lying unconscious on the ground and she breathed in a sob as relief flooded through her at being freed.
Ryoga untied the ropes from her thighs and he glanced up at her handcuffs and the rope attached to the other end of the pulley that was tied to the wall which held her up. He went to the wall to untie her, but when he lowered her, her legs gave in and she fell to the ground.
She was weak, cold, her body overly sensitive.
Ryoga unzipped his jersey and crouched down to wrap it around her. He inspected the handcuffs and the redness around her wrists. "That idiot. He didn't even use fuzzy handcuffs."
He searched Mizuki's ubconscious body and found the key in his pocket. As he unlocked the handcuffs, tears were falling from her eyes and he pressed her head into his chest. "I'm so sorry." And then she was crying as he hugged her. She was shaking, her sobs coming through so hard she felt sick to her stomach. "I'm sorry," he kept saying. "I'm sorry it took me so long." And that made her cry even harder.