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Rikka Takarada Gagged and bound
🕑 Added 2025-09-24 02:03:39 +0000 UTCRikka Takarada: Episode 1 — The Game Chair Trap
Rikka’s room was quiet, lit only by the soft flicker of her computer screen.
She sat in her gaming chair, her body clad in nothing but a bikini, her bare skin reflecting the glow of the monitor in a way that was unintentionally alluring.
The sliding door creaked open softly. Rikka turned—Akane stepped inside, her face a mix of surprise and confusion.
“You’re… really playing games in a bikini?” Akane asked, her eyes fixed on the figure before her.
Rikka laughed lightly, replying with a casual tone, “Well… it’s comfortable. Not restricting at all.”
A simple line, yet it sent Akane’s face flushing red. Her eyes wavered, as if fighting against some inner impulse.
“What’s wrong, Akane? Your face is—”
Before Rikka could finish, Akane suddenly lunged forward. She pushed Rikka down against the gaming chair with surprising force. The controller fell to the floor with a sharp clatter.
“Wha—hey! Akane, wait—!”
Her protest was cut short. Akane swiftly pulled out a rope she had been carrying and, with precise movements, bound Rikka’s wrists tightly to the armrests of the gaming chair.
The glow from the monitor painted across Rikka’s pale skin as she struggled lightly. But the rope was firm, tied with such order and care that escape was impossible.
Akane leaned in close, her breath warm against Rikka’s cheek. She whispered with quiet confidence, heavy with charm and pressure:
“Since you said it’s comfortable… then I’ll make you feel even more comfortable.”
Rikka’s heart pounded violently. Trapped against the chair, her body trembled between fear, bewilderment, and something she couldn’t quite name.
Akane’s gaze locked with hers, sharp and unwavering. With a slow smile, she asked:
“Do you want to try something… more fun?”
Rikka’s brow furrowed, her cheeks burning. “W-wait—what are you—”
Before she could speak further, Akane produced a small cloth and pressed it gently against Rikka’s lips, muffling her words. Then came the sound of silver tape tearing—rrrip!—echoing in the silent room.
Akane wrapped the tape firmly over Rikka’s mouth, layer by layer, until only muffled sounds of protest escaped.
“Mmmphh!!” Rikka’s voice was swallowed by the restraints. She writhed slightly, but the rope dug deeper into her wrists, holding her fast.
Akane raised her hands, gently cupping Rikka’s face. Their eyes nearly overlapped, breath mingling in the narrow space between them.
“So now… you really can’t do anything, can you?” Akane whispered softly, her words sinking deep into Rikka’s trembling heart.
Rikka’s eyes quivered with panic and shame. Her breathing grew harsher behind the gag, chest rising and falling.
Akane’s fingers slid down slowly—from cheek to throat, then along her shoulder. Every motion deliberate, savoring the helplessness before her.
“How does it feel… being bound like this?” she murmured as her hand traced further down.
Her palm lingered across Rikka’s chest, pressing lightly before trailing along her waist, stroking the curve of her body as if marking her.
Rikka’s eyes widened, her muffled breaths sharp and uneven. She twisted weakly, but it was futile.
Akane smiled faintly, tilting her lips to Rikka’s ear.
“At this moment… all you can do is tremble for me.”
All content here is intended for roleplay purposes only.
"All characters are 18 years old or older."
Rikka Takarada : SSSS.GRIDMAN
