Shizune - Family Bonding

Jigoro wasn’t thrilled about the upcoming visit. Earlier today, he got a text from his daughter – “Expect guests today at 5. Love you, see you soon.” Too affectionate and sweet to be a text from his girl. Guess that bastard Hisao made her too soft. Jigoro slammed his fist on the table he was wiping. He’ll have a talk with this wimp tonight. Hakamichi’s bloodline will not be a laughing stock. Jigoro sighted. It was Nakai bloodline now, despite his urges to Shizune to keep her maiden surname. She definitely didn’t in part to spite him.

Jigoro finished with the table, crossed the room, inspecting it. Clean as always. He was always ready for surprise guests – not that he would appreciate any. Meat was cooking in the oven – thankfully, he had some in the fridge. Not like this was his problem, though. Uninvited guests shouldn’t expect a grand reception. They were lucky he was an honorable man. Jigoro returned to his desk, and spent some time looking through end-of-the-month reports. Business was doing well, not booming, but he wasn’t losing money either. “Am I getting old?” he thought to himself? Getting complacent with things being “good enough”? He threw the papers across the room. It was time to get meat out of the oven, anyway.

Dinner was steaming on the table. Jigoro looked at his watch impatiently – it was 5:05 already! This was so uncharacteristic of Shizune that he started suspecting someone of stealing her phone to play pranks on him. He grabbed his own phone, and started typing a message. “Where are y” – the doorbell rang, prompting him to stop. Finally.

Jigoro rushed to the door, and opened it without asking. Shizune greeted him with a smile, and walked in, not waiting for any sort of reaction. Jigoro was puzzled. “You alone?” – he asked the thin air. There was no sight of Hisao anywhere – he made sure to step out and look around. Shizune’s car was parked at the corner, with nobody else in sight. Well, whatever, he’ll save this pep talk for another time. Jigoro stepped back inside, where Shizune was mounting her coat on a hanger. This will be a struggle, he thought to himself. With no Nakai accompanying her, and no Hideaki around anymore, how will they communicate? Jigoro tried to make a “hello” sign with his hands, but couldn’t remember how. So he just waved at Shizune instead. She smiled again, and waved back. Okay, that’s something.

She reached in her bag, and pulled a bottle out. Jigoro critically examined it – bourbon, not the best he has tasted in his life, but not a cheap one either. At least she didn’t come empty handed. He examined a note attached to the bottle. “Please enjoy this bourbon! Hisao picked this bottle himself, and he’s terribly sorry he can’t make it. With love from Nakai family.” Jigoro grumbled. He took two glasses out of sideboard, and retuned to dining room. Shizune was already sitting at the table, twirling a fork in her hand. Jigoro placed a glass in front of her, but she pushed it away. With her hands she made a motion of handling a car wheel. “Oh, right” – Jigoro said out loud – “Well, more to myself.” He poured half a glass, and downed it in one gulp, like it wasn’t an expensive beverage, but instead a bitter medicine. Weird bouquet. Certainly hits the head immediately. He slowly placed the glass back, breathing heavily. Across the table, Shizune was smiling widely. “What are you so happy about, anyway?” – was the last thing Jigoro managed to ask. World went hazy before his eyes, and he collapsed on the floor, knocking over the bottle. Strong-smelling liquor spilled all over the floor, surrounding his body. Jigoro vainly tried to get up, before passing out completely.

Disgusting smell of salmiac woke him up. Jigoro tried to rub his eyes, but couldn’t – both his arms were trapped. Something soft was holding them – he tried to get up, but his feet were in a similar predicament. He turned his head as far to the right as he could – and there it was, pink handcuffs, the kind you could buy in sex shop, were chaining him to a bed knob. The same picture on the left. He couldn’t lift his head high enough to look at his feet, but it felt like his feet were also bound. Jigoro was crucified on his own bed, and left in only his underwear. And on top of him, there was a person. Through shadows, he barely could see her face. Shizune.

His daughter was sitting on his chest, also dressed in only lingerie. She smiled, and grabbed her phone from the drawer. It brightly lit her face as she started typing something. She then nudged forward, holding the screen in front of Jigoro’s face.

“Hi, dad.”

“What the hell is going on? Untie me!” – Jigoro shouted. Shizune obviously paid no attention. She started typing again. Now it took her some time.

“You’re probably wondering what is going on. Don’t worry, it’s just some family bonding. I decided that it would be fair for me to return all the affection you gave me throughout the years.”

Jigoro hectically tried to come up with something to do. Obviously, he couldn’t reason with Shizune – even if his words would reach her by some miracle, she wouldn’t listen to him. The handcuffs probably weren’t that strong, being a sex toy – he pulled as hard as he could, but his limbs were still weak. Only one way out was to seek outside help. Jigoro took a deep breath, and screamed.

“HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

It was as loud as he could go. Damn, if only houses here weren’t so far apart. But it was his fault – he valued privacy above everything else. Nobody would bother him with loud music from a nearby estate. And now, not a single person but himself could hear him scream. Jigoro struggled with handcuffs once again before giving up. Shizune looked at him with amusement.

“If you wanted someone to help you, you shouldn’t have driven all the people out of your life.”

Jigoro looked at her furiously. Who is she talking about, her mother? Does she imply her demise was a result of his actions? He got her the best doctors, did the best he could… But wait, there was another person. Hideaki never got over Jigoro’s reaction to him coming out. He ran away in tears in his room that day. What did he expect, a pat on the back after he dishonored the family’s name? Jigoro’s only hope of continuing his legacy was ruined. Now the wimp lives with his boyfriend – Jigoro never bothered to learn his name. Just thinking about this made him mad again. Jigoro filled his lungs, and tried one more time.

“ANYBODY HERE? HELP! POLICE!”

Silence. God damn soundproof walls. He looked back at Shizune, who was typing again.

“Now let’s have some fun, shall we? ;)”

She stood up, and started undoing her bra. Jigoro turned away as far as he could, and shut his eyes. He felt it dropping on his face. He shook his head, throwing it off. Immediately after, her panties landed in it’s place. Jigoro roared. He tried to remove them also, but they dropped way too perfectly. He had to use teeth to grab them, and toss them off the bed. He felt Shizune’s hand dancing around his underpants. She looked disappointed – bitch forgot it wasn’t possible to take them off with his legs handcuffed to the bed. She stood up, heading to the drawer. Jigoro laughed loudly.

“Yeah, get the fuck off me!”

Only now, looking down on his chained body, Jigoro noticed something. He was rock hard. And it wasn’t natural – whole situation made him feel nothing but disgust. No, it was some sort of trick. To his right, Shizune appeared, once again with phone in her hand.
“Hope you enjoyed my love cocktail ;) And don’t worry about our minor inconvenience, let’s get back on the track.”

“Just what the hell was in that bourbon?” – Jigoro shouted. Shizune climbed back on the bed, with scissors in her hand. Jigoro groaned. Not that it was the worst part of his current situation, but this underwear was expensive. He helplessly watched his daughter cut it off, exposing his unnatural erection to the world. Jigoro never had a problem with it, even as an older man – but this felt completely different. His cock was stiff as if someone put a rod through it. He felt it aching from this hellish mixture. Just what was in that bottle, actually? Will it also kill him after she’s done with her scheme? Shizune’s phone was once again staring him in the face.

“Time for some foreplay, what do you think?”

She stood over him, and lowered her body on his face. Jigoro took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. His mind was going numb from humiliation and disgust. For a moment he wanted to open his mouth, to bite her. Tear her damn lips off. Make this cunt bleed. But just thinking about it made him want to vomit. Jigoro endured as she ran her hand through his hair, pushing his head against her private parts. After what seemed like an eternity, Shizune got up. She walked over the bed back to the ripped apart underpants. Carefully, she lowered herself on his dick. Shizune moaned, Jigoro howled. She nudged forward, flashing her phone one more time.

“If you worry about children/grandchildren, don’t – I’m on the pill.”

Jigoro turned away, shutting his eyes. Just let this end faster. Where, fucking where did it all go so wrong? He felt Shizune sliding up and down. Jigoro couldn’t help himself but remember her mother. They probably conceived Shizune in this very room… Everything went downhill after she died. Children became distant, her side of the family barely visited. Jigoro wanted to damn her for it – for everything, leading up to this moment. But he couldn’t. She was the only person he truly ever loved. Now all that he had left was his daughter, who was basically raping him. A son who openly hated him. And a son-in-law, who quietly hated him.

Jigoro gathered his thoughts. Hisao. That wimp. No way had Shizune managed to pull this all herself. Dragging a grown man upstairs is no easy task for any person – especially a woman of her stature. She must’ve had an accomplice. Jigoro turned his eyes to the door. Once again, he yelled on the top of his lungs.

“Nakai, you pathetic cuck! I know you’re watching. No way Shizune did this alone! I know you like it when people treat you like garbage, when your wife steps on you in every part of your life. I know you’re watching her fuck her own dad right now. So be a man once in your worthless life, come out of the shadows and face me! Make your woman stop! Let us decide this one-on-one. I won’t even press fucking charges! I just want to see your fucking face!”

Silence. Jigoro’s vision was still hazy, and he couldn’t make out anything farther than couple meters away from him. But there was no motion at the door, as far as he could tell. No way she was alone. No fucking way. He turned his face to her. Shizune was riding him, her face red with pleasure. Jigoro stared at her until she opened her eyes, briefly looking at him. Then, he once again spoke to her.

“You damn witch. You betray me for this worm who can’t face me, and hides in the shadows. You taint my bloodline. You think you can get away with this, huh? That you won’t face consequences? That I’m too much of a pussy to go to police and admit I was raped? No, no. I’m too honorable to go to police – instead I will go to your house, and cut your and you damn husband’s heads off! You have been a failure. Think of your mother, you damn whore! Think of her!”

Shizune clearly had no idea what he was shouting about. She smiled back, and quickened her pace, moaning loudly. Damn all of this, thought Jigoro. His whole life, all for nothing. For the first time in god knows how long he turned his head, and cried. He sobbed quietly, despite the fact Shizune couldn’t hear him. He felt like he has lost his best friend. Like that day when cancer took her…
Gentle fingers rubbed his cheek. Shizune wiped couple of tears away, then licked them off her fingers. She looked triumphant in moonlight. Jigoro vailed.

“Fuck you! Fuck everything about you!”

His torture lasted for what felt like hours. Blasted mixture didn’t let go off him. He came again and again, hating himself more with every time. Shizune was insatiable. She left once, to have a glass of water. During that brief moment alone, Jigoro desperately tried to figure out the way to escape. No key in sight. He tried to turn over the bed, to no avail. What good would it bring him, anyway? Squash him like a bug?

Shizune returned, gleaming with happiness. She resumed her routine, mounting him once again.

“Sad that we can’t try out different positions, right, dad? Sadly, I can’t trust you.”

Jigoro was too tired and broken to get angry. His wrists were killing him, and throat was sore from all the shouting. Dick also hurt like hell from ejaculating constantly. Jigoro’s mind went blank, he tried to imagine himself somewhere else. Finally, after some time, he felt something. He was going soft. Soft! Would this be his ticket out?

He opened his eyes and looked at Shizune. She seemed disappointed.

“Figured you had more fight in you, dad.”

She got up, and headed to drawer. There, she pulled a little bottle out of her bag, and poured its content on a rag. Same aroma from earlier that evening filled Jigoro’s nostrils as she pressed it against his face. Once again, he was falling into the void. At this point, he wished it would last forever.

Jigoro woke up in his chair. Clock on the wall showed 4 AM. He was fully clothed; all the same dress he was in before the intrusion. Underwear was on, unsliced. Jigoro stormed to the dinner room. No sight of alteration that happened here. Floor was clean, no dishes on the table. Jigoro stormed up the stairs to his room. Clean, untouched bedsheets. Not a trail of someone else being here. With shaking hands, he pulled out his phone, and started listing through messages. Last one was spam from a day earlier. Not a single message from Shizune in two month. Did the bitch go through his phone and delete it too? How good was she at hiding her trails?

Jigoro collapsed on his bed. Or… Or was he just going insane?

No, it couldn’t be. He remembered her smirking face all too well. His nostrils were still filled with that awful smell. And his dick, it still hurt. No way it was the work of his imagination. She was playing with him even hours after she left. Jigoro walked to a window, contemplating what to do next.

She wanted to break him. To shatter his mind and his will to live. She tortured him for hours, making him do one of the most unnatural things a parent could. And her plan would have worked. But she miscalculated one thing.

Jigoro already had nothing to live for.

Only things holding him together were hate and refusal to give up. He had no purpose in life. Nothing traumatic could shatter his heart, he was left alone in this world years ago, alone against everybody else. Jigoro raised his eyes to the moon. You thought you could destroy me, huh? You thought you were smarter than me? No, he wouldn’t lose. Not even to his own flesh and blood. Jigoro Hakamichi will not be toyed with.