Raimei squirmed helplessly in her bindings, unable to move an inch against the taut rope woven across her slim frame. The young samurai was still seething with rage, unable to believe how easily she'd been defeated and kidnapped by the Kairoushuu. It was bad enough being defeated, but having her sword taken from her was the most shameful fate that a samurai could endure. She glared at her captors with rage in her eyes, furious that they'd placed Kurogamon on the floor just inches from her. It was so close... yet she couldn't move an inch to grasp it.
She tried to relax and control her breathing, remembering her training and knowing that her friends soon would be on their way to rescue her. Yet she felt every eye in the room looking over her body, which was expertly trussed up in classic shibari knots. Not only did it render her totally immobile, bound to a support column in the abandoned warehouse she'd been taken to, but it also drew attention to her body in the worst ways possible. Ropes crisscrossed her stomach and wound around her breasts, accentuating their size and leaving them vulnerable to her captors' curious hands. They hadn't tried anything on her yet, but from the looks in her eyes, their eventual intent was more than obvious.
Making matters even worse, a double crotchrope had been passed through her legs and tightly secured somewhere to the mass of knots behind her back. While it didn't pain her as much as her captors might have planned, it was an ever-present deterrent to any attempts to break out of her bindings by force. Even the smallest struggles tightened the rope against her, uncomfortably subduing her resistance. The persistent pressure of the nylon ropes passing between her thighs was bad enough in itself, but they also lifted her skirt up and left her panties tantalizingly exposed to her captors, none of whom made any effort to hide their stares. She stared right back at them in defiance, determined not to let this objectifying ordeal break her spirit. At least they didn't take my clothes off, she thought to herself.
They had, however, removed her shoes and socks, leaving her barefoot. Raimei wondered if they did it to further humiliate her, to make her escape even less likely than it already was, or (she shuddered at the thought) because they actually had a thing for girls' feet. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed that her kidnappers were enjoying the sight of her bare soles. Why else would they have trussed up her left leg almost above her head, even tying her toes in the process? Years of samurai training had toned her young body and made her limbs extra flexible; Raimei wondered if this physical advantage was now working against her, as her foot was left hanging in mid-air, within easy reach of any of the men who'd might want to get an up-close look at her dainty toes. She hoped that was all they'd want to do. If they knew how ticklish she was, she would be in serious trouble.
"Well, well, well..." One of the men rose from his chair and slowly approached her. "Not so tough without your sword, are you? Why don't you go ahead and pick it up, then? Go on, it's right in front of you."
"Mmmmmmph! Muff oooh!" Raimei's words were muffled by the rope passing tightly between her lips, pressing against the corners of her mouth hard, making speaking as much of a challenge as moving any of her immobilized limbs. Out of both fury and embarrassment she felt her face grow flush, furious that they'd tricked her into trying to respond while gagged, an attempt that only drew laughs from her captors.
"What's that, honey? I can't understand a word you're saying. You're about as good at talking as you are at swinging that sword." He stared down at her and laughed. She glared back at him, feeling at once totally humiliated and completely furious. She pulled hard against the ropes restraining her, searching for a weak spot she could exploit. Her frustration mounted as her ropes refused to give, her struggles only intensifying the weariness that was beginning to overtake her body as sweat glistened on her skin and her breaths became more and more labored. Her desperation seemed to embolden her captors even further, as others rose from their chairs and began to approach her. Sensei... Koichi... Miharu... please... hurry!