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Looking up at the bright full moon shining in the sky almost directly overhead, Toru Hagakure whimpered in despair. She didn’t know how much time she had left before midnight - thirty seconds? Two minutes? Ten minutes, if she was lucky? All she knew was that it wouldn’t be long enough for her to escape her bonds before her kidnappers returned.
She’d known that going into the city by herself on a shopping trip was a horrible idea, especially so late at night. With the League of Villains still lurking in the shadows and villain attacks in general on the rise throughout Japan, a lone UA student running around unguarded would be too tempting a target to pass up for certain unsavory individuals. Still, Toru had been sure that her Quirk would allow her to easily slip away and hide if trouble came her way.
Her capture had been bad luck, plain and simple. A small-time street thug with a vision-based Quirk had somehow seen through her invisibility and alerted the rest of his gang. Using his power to track her down, they’d lured her into an alleyway and shot her with some kind of paralyzing dart, incapacitating her while they closed in around her.
Ironically, the invisibility she’d been relying on to protect herself was exactly what allowed them to carry her off so easily. Completely paralyzed, she hadn’t even been able to scream as they tore her costume into shreds and left it lying in the alley, allowing the gang member with the vision Quirk to carry her naked, invisible body down the street to where they’d parked their van.
As they sped away from the scene of the crime, a horrified Toru had recognized a tattoo on one of the men’s shoulders, having seen it on a news broadcast earlier that week. Her kidnappers didn’t belong to any normal gang of criminals, or even the League of Villains. These men were the Cobalt Ravens, an exceptionally sadistic group of villains infamous for breaking captured female heroes into submissive sex toys.
Still immobilized by the dart, she hadn’t been able to offer any protest louder than an unintelligible groan as they passed her around the back of the van, each member taking it in turn to abuse her helpless body. Some of them had gone after her tits, kneading and slapping them so roughly that she was sure they’d be bright red if her skin was visible. Others laid her over their laps and spanked her ass until she could barely see through the tears in her eyes. One of them had even jacked himself off using her ass cheeks, grinding his dick against her until his cum splattered across her back.
Once everyone in the van besides the driver had finished with her, they’d unveiled the next step in her enslavement: a stash of heavy-duty bondage gear, all custom-fitted to her body. She could only imagine how long they must have been targeting her to have something like this prepared.
Her wrists and elbows were both locked into a sturdy pair of hinged steel cuffs behind her back, and an intricate shibari harness of metallic cords was woven tightly around her upper body, painfully squeezing the bases of her breasts and interlinking with the cuffs to ensure she couldn’t raise her arms an inch. More of the metal cords were wrapped around her folded legs, trapping them in a stringent frogtie, and her knees were tied to a long spreader bar that kept her from closing her legs.
But her captors hadn’t merely satisfied themselves with making her helpless - they’d also taken steps to degrade her as thoroughly as possible. A thick leather panel gag with an enormous internal dildo was buckled tightly around her head, filling her mouth so completely that it was a chore just to breathe. Both of her nipples sported a matching pair of vibrating clamps, bringing immense pain and pleasure in equal intensities.
And then there were the toys occupying her previously-virginal lower holes. She’d screamed and struggled for all she was worth when they showed her the longest, thickest dildo she’d ever seen, and that screaming had turned into panicked pleading and sobbing when she saw the massive butt plug that went with it. But restrained as she was, she hadn’t been able to stop them from forcing the two lubed-up intruders deep inside of her one after the other, sealing them in place with a long strip of waterproof tape over her crotch.
A little while after that, the van had stopped at the last destination she’d expected: a tranquil, grassy, moonlit field miles away from the nearest city. The men had wasted no time hauling her out of the van, carrying her a few dozen meters to a particularly tall patch of grass, and laying her down on her back.
They’d told her that this was a game they liked to play whenever they captured a fresh slut. They would leave her here, drive off to the nearest bar, and come back at exactly midnight. If she’d escaped by then, she would be free to go. If she was still a prisoner, however, they’d spend the next three hours having their way with her in every position and hole imaginable, then take her back to their base to officially begin her new life as their personal cumdump.
And then, sure enough, they’d driven off and left her alone - but not without a few parting gifts. A pair of earbuds was taped into Toru’s ears, constantly blaring loud, jarring white noise that drowned out even her own thoughts. As if that wasn’t enough of a distraction, Toru had quickly discovered that the dildo and butt plug stuffed inside her both functioned as powerful vibrators, driving her wild with uncontrollable arousal.
Needless to say, Toru’s restraints hadn’t budged an inch over the last two hours of struggling and forced orgasms. Deep down, she knew that her escape had never been a possibility, that this whole game was a charade designed to give her the illusion of hope. Even so, she kept straining every which way against the cords, searching desperately for some secret weakness in her bonds that could save her.
Toru couldn’t help wondering how she might have looked to an outside observer right now. A tangle of cables and bondage toys floating just above the grass, twitching back and forth as she tried and failed over and over again to make even the slightest headway on freeing herself - the image would have been almost comical if her situation hadn’t been so dire.
But as she stared up at the moonlit sky, the vibrators inside her pushing her toward yet another shameful climax, she knew that her time would soon be up. Midnight was almost upon her, and if the men weren’t already here, they would arrive all too soon. Even if her bonds miraculously fell apart around her this very instant, she wouldn’t have time to flee before her cruel captors were upon her.
Toru could already feel their hands all over her body, fighting over which of her holes they would claim first with no regard for her own pleasure. She knew the man with the vision Quirk would be the one to claim her anal virginity - he’d said as much while they were in the van. The driver would swap out her dildo gag with a ring gag and plunge his thick, meaty cock between her soft, waiting lips, her screams for mercy only bringing him further pleasure. And their leader, the strong, soft-spoken man with the curly green hair, would find his way between her legs and - and - !
“MMMMMMGGGGGGHHHHHMMMMMMMM!”
The intensity of Toru’s moan seemed to shake the grass around her as her entire body rocked with the force of her latest orgasm. She was so overcome by her release, she barely noticed as the cables around her body retracted back into a pair of slots on the sides of her handcuffs. Seconds later, both pairs of cuffs popped open, leaving Toru completely unbound save for her gag and the spreader bar.
Finally, as she lay panting and shivering in the moonlight, the vibrators both slowed to a stop, and a recorded voice played through her earbuds as the white noise silenced itself.
“Session complete! Thanks for your help testing my new Automatic Self-Restraint System! Remember to fill out the provided feedback form with the details of your experience, so I can improve my babies even further!”
Toru’s mind was still reeling at just how powerful her final orgasm had been. She’d experimented with self-bondage plenty of times before, but this was something completely different from awkwardly wrapping duct tape around her arms in the comfort of her dormitory.
Was it the thrill of being out in the open that had pushed her to such heights? The strict, inescapable position she’d tied herself in? The sensory deprivation? There were so many new possibilities to explore, things she’d never even considered might add so much to the experience…
Hmmm. Maybe another experiment was in order? She still didn’t feel completely exhausted, and it wasn’t like anyone would notice her missing this late at night…
Sitting up, Toru leaned over and searched through the backpack she’d brought with her. In addition to her wallet, phone, and clothing, she’d brought along a few extra toys she’d been thinking about trying out - chief among them being a black leather blindfold.
With barely-restrained eagerness, Toru opened up the control app Mei had installed on her phone and adjusted the timer, setting it for 1:00 AM. Once it was set, she buckled the blindfold over her eyes, then laid back down and slipped her arms back into the cuffs, letting them click shut around her wrists and elbows once more. Seconds later, the cables extended themselves from the sides of the cuffs and wrapped themselves around Toru’s body, binding her in the same position as before.
As the vibrators and the white noise started up once more, Toru took a moment to immerse herself in yet another of her favorite fantasies. This time, she stood in the rubble of UA, the school she loved so much torn asunder by the careful machinations of the League of Villains and their secret mastermind. Who could have ever expected that the kind, cheerful Izuku Midoriya was not only an infiltrator in their midst, but the true leader of the wicked organization? Toru had stayed behind to cover her classmates as they escaped, but at a heavy cost. Unable to stand against the monstrous strength and ruthless cunning of her former friend, he’d captured her with ease and declared that she would serve as a trophy of his victory. She’d spat in his face and swore she would never give in to his depraved whims, but he’d promised she would break soon enough…
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