The young woman was feeling a bit breezy at this time of night. After all, her straitjacket had a chest hole, exposing her big, swaying breasts, and her crotch wasn't covered by anything. As she was running barefoot for about ten minutes, her feet accustomed to the chill of concrete rooftops and tiles.
Shigure did not intend to get into a fight with Bakukin clan, since they like to fight dirty, but what's done is done. Now, stripped of her clothing and weaponless, she had been forced into a straitjacket, gagged, and about to be subjected to the clan's infamous tickling torture.
Fortunately, a meowing cat distracted the less-trained ninja, giving Shigure a chance to swiftly kick him and escape.
Now she needed to get to Ryozanpaku dojo and cut herself free of those biting straps.
(P.S.: Tochumaru was not with Shigure because he was recovering at the dojo after getting a stomachache from eating too much cheese).
Tags: bdsm, bondage, bound, bound arms, straightjacket, stockings, ballgag, ninja, purple hair, peril
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Story by Cromartie67 |
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Artwork by MisterEye |
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