Therapist's Fate

	Miaya Gekkogahara awoke to darkness. Not the comforting midnight blue of an evening sky, but an isolating blackness. The air was still and cold. The surface her throbbing head rest upon hard and smooth. The fearful image of a mausoleum flickered through her mind; the first in a growing number of creeping terrors. As her eyes failed to adjust, the dull ache of immobility began to seep into her joints; she stretched her limbs and-

	Her heart stopped. Her limbs could barely move. A few more experimental tugs and the extent of the bindings became more and more apparent: her arms had been lashed behind her, keeping her back in a permanent arch; calves and thighs tied painfully together, the only available movement a suggestive spreading. The soft fibres pressed gently against bare flesh, a ripple of goosebumps erupting along her naked body as her brain registered the cool air. Her tongue probed at the intrusion that kept her jaw permanently open, but the hard plastic did not yield. Useless eyes widened as panic overtook her mind, filling her ears with a rapid heartbeat. Miaya’s tugging grew frantic as she probed and strained against the myriad of knots and lengths that crisscrossed her petite frame. She rolled onto her back, her shoulder blades pressing uncomfortably into the floor, and strained against-

	The gag muffled a shocked gasp as the tight bindings ground themselves into Miaya’s squirming body. She gave another experimental tug, her eyes ramming shut as the rope rubbed along her exposed nethers. She flexed her shoulders, trembling a little when the rope pressed into her small chest. Heat flashed across her cheeks as the combination of cool air and rubbing cords slowly aroused her delicate nipples. She took a few short breaths, trying to calm herself amidst the unwanted pleasure but failing; her very position ground the rope into her cunt, a well-placed knot pressing upon her clit. Her legs opened and the rope ground tighter, sending an involuntary shiver through her; a whimper escaping the gag.

	Slowly and carefully Miaya squirmed her way along the floor, shaking as the inevitable stimulation shook her body with wonderful spasms. Relief washed over her as she finally met resistance; her head bumping against a solid object. A wall, perhaps? With incredible effort she pulled herself up the smooth surface, shuddering and shaking as the exertion tightened her bonds. She knelt against the cold object, panting behind the ball gag and wincing in pleasure. She could feel sweat drops sliding down her body, pooling against the soft bindings and running along her flushed skin. Miaya’s ragged breath grew shallower; her own aroused breath was only helping to drag the rope across her moistening cunt.

	Tentatively she slid her legs apart, barely able to suppress the moan, and closed them back together. Each ponderous “step” dragged her along the walls of her prison at the cost of the knot rubbing against her sensitive nub. She could feel the crimson heat flood her face and groin; a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal. It was a shame there was no one to see her like this… She shook the thought from her head, her cheeks burning brighter. Now was no time for those kinds of thoughts. Even if they were… attractive. If only she could find something to help her get off –out! Get out! Miaya chastised herself, shaking her head vigorously enough to rub her chest against the tight rope covering her tingling skin.

	Her heart leapt as something sharp dug into her arse; finally! She took another careful step, her heart beating from excitement of both kinds. Her hands gently brushed along it; a loose nail? It didn’t matter; as long as she could use it, she didn’t care what it was cutting the ropes about her wrist. She ran the offending bond along the protruding point, the scraping sound music to her ears. Or it was, for the brief second before her hands reached too far and filled her mind with another unwanted wave of pleasure. She bit against the plastic gag, whimpering as the shudder subsided. Miaya ran the rope along the nail again, as slow as possible, whimpering as knots and lengths firmly constricted themselves deeper into her folds. She tried the same quicker, gasping instead as the speed more than doubled the sensation.

	She steeled herself, and began the arduous task of cutting. Slowly, slowly she carved through the rope millimetre by millimetre, twitching and panting in the oppressive darkness. The rope against her cunt was becoming saturated with her juices as it ground and rubbed against her, the knots digging into her innermost folds. Whimpers and needy moans pushed past the hard plastic, desperation mounting in her mind. Her pace quickened, grinding the sodden bonds further into her. Were her mouth free, Miaya would no doubt have cried out as her need heightened. Her pace quickened further, her mental insistence that it was to escape rapidly dissolving away as the waves of pleasure assaulted her mind. She moaned around the gag, her limbs shaking and her breath shallow as she urged herself along the wonderfully tight assortment of knots; hips wriggling to intentionally rub the ropes against her clit. Her head threw itself back, eyes rolling upwards with a restrained scream as wonderful heat exploded through her; every limb spasming with orgasmic delight.

	Miaya slumped forward, a few drops of sweat spattering against the floor as the fog slowly subsided. She shuddered against her still tight bonds, weakly moaning to herself as her eyes gently closed; mental exhaustion sweeping through her. A sharp flare of light pierced her lidded eyes, forcing a wince and a whimper. She could hear voices murmuring as she tentatively looked upwards; strange silhouettes moving in the harsh glare.

	“Oh, it looks like you had fun!” Came the sing-song voice of a happy child. “You must be exhausted. Don’t you worry... Monaca’s friends will take care of you!” Miaya could feel little hands scramble across her body, retightening ropes and repairing frayed or loose knots. She looked upwards, pleading with her eyes at the green-haired figure. “Oh, don’t look so sad. We’re going to have lots of fun together. Monaca always plays with her guests.” The child smiled at her; a sickeningly sweet sight, and the last thing Miaya saw before her tired eyes closed.