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Despite the ever-growing multitude of skills at her disposal, Mamako Oosuki wasn’t exactly famous for her keen awareness of danger. She was the type of person who, upon being confronted by a masked gunman on her front doorstep, would probably invite him in for a home-cooked meal and a relaxing back rub without batting an eye.
Even so, there was a certain threshold where even she would be forced to admit something was wrong, and waking up bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a drafty room was definitely over that threshold.
Her head and hands were both stuck through holes in some kind of strange wooden device that rattled as she tried to free herself. She faintly remembered seeing something like it on a TV show once, but couldn’t quite remember what it was called. A pillow? A pullery? She was pretty sure it was something along those lines.
Whatever it was called, it was low enough to the ground that Mamako was stuck bending forward at a right angle. It probably would’ve been more comfortable for her to kneel, but there was a rope belt tied around her waist and tethered to an unseen point above her, preventing her from lowering her butt even an inch. She couldn’t even move her feet to get into a more comfortable position, as both her ankles had been chained to the floor.
“Hlmmph? Mf hmnnwhnn thrrr?” Mamako called out fearfully, her words muffled by the big rubber ball strapped between her lips. She wasn’t sure why anyone would make a device like that, or why they would use it to stop her from talking.
That was then she noticed the other voices in the room with her. She couldn’t quite place them, but they sounded familiar - and all of them were muffled in the same way as hers. Maybe this was some new part of the game Miss Shirase hadn’t explained to her yet?
“Alright, looks like you’re all finally awake. And about time, too!” a crass female voice barked, silencing the other voices. Suddenly, the blindfold covering Mamako’s eyes vanished without a trace, and she found herself staring up at a green-cloaked woman wearing a featureless white mask, standing at the opposite end of an empty white room. The walls around her pulsed with red and blue numbers that faded in and out of visibility, an effect that seemed strangely familiar to Mamako
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Mamako caught sight of the other women she’d heard, and a gasp of horror escaped her gagged lips. It was hard for her to get a good look at them with the pillory preventing her from turning her head, but she could still recognize them all at a glance. Kazuno, Medhimama, and even Miss Shirase - all of them were bound and gagged in exactly the same way as her! Their heads and arms were locked into wooden pillories positioned in a semicircle around the masked woman, and their outraged shouts were garbled by bright red balls buckled between their lips.
“So, I bet you’re wondering why I called you all here today,” the masked woman drawled, ignoring her captives’ cries. “Actually, scratch that. I bet what you’re really wondering is how I shut down your powers and turned you all into my helpless bound-up bitches before you even knew I existed.”
“Shut down our powers? What does she mean by that?” Mamako wondered. Did it have to do with those weird things that kept happening whenever she ran into a problem she couldn’t fix? Whatever the woman was talking about, it seemed to upset the others. Kazuno and Medhimama were shouting even louder into their gags, and Miss Shirase looked like she was trying really hard to do something.
“Well, since wish fulfillment seems to be the norm around here, allow me to answer all your questions! You don’t mind if I steal your schtick, do you, sweetie?”
She reached over and cupped an indignant Shirase’s chin with one hand, making her shake her head no.
“Aw, thanks, you’re a real doll! Anyway, I inform you that my name is… well, I’ve got a lot of handles, but since I’m wearing this getup right now, let’s go with Shy. I also inform you that I’m the best black-hat money can buy, and I’ve been hired to turn this whole half-assed MMO into my personal playground.”
Mamako was already completely lost. Handles? Black hats? Was she some sort of businesswoman? If that were the case, she really shouldn’t use such awful language. And what kind of business was she doing that required her to tie people up in such weird ways?
“Well, hired’s a strong term,” Shy admitted, scratching the back of her head. “They weren’t offering all that much, but once I found out what you people were doing in here, I took the job on principle!”
Suddenly, she rounded on Shirase. “I mean, seriously! You and your people built an entire virtual fantasy world, and instead of putting in the bare minimum effort you’d need to rake in approximately all the fucking money, you rushed the whole thing to market without even trying to patch any of the bugs! It took me, like, twelve minutes to find an exploit that would give me super admin privileges!”
Her gaze panned over the other captives, and Mamako could feel her chilling glare even through the mask. “But I guess making a functioning game was never your goal, was it? No, you decided you’d much rather use all this bleeding edge technology to kidnap kids and force them to make nice with their abusive moms.”
That certainly got a reaction out of everyone assembled.
“M WHHMD NHFFR-!”
“If you weren’t already gagged, I’d tell you to put a sock in it,” Shy snapped, cutting off Mamako’s confused denial. “There’s a lot more ways to be a shitty mom than beating seven kinds of crap out of your kid, and I’ve seen enough footage of you ramming your son’s face into your jugs to last me a lifetime. And that’s not getting into the way you practically drape yourself over the poor kid 24/7 and ignore him whenever he clearly wants a little time to himself.”
Mamako recoiled, already tearing up from the harsh accusations. She knew she wasn’t a perfect mom, but she tried her best to be there for Masato whenever he needed her, and wasn’t that all that mattered?
“Of course, if sexual harassment’s a bit too much for you, neglect’s another great way to fuck with your kid,” Shy continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned to face Kazuno. “Like, say, ditching them for years, kidnapping them out of their own home on a whim, and then throwing an apocalyptic bitch-fit when they have the nerve to run away from you.”
Kazuno snarled at her, flecks of spit flying from her gagged lips as she strained to break free of the pillory. Even Mamako was starting to lose her temper - this woman clearly didn’t understand the unbreakable bond between a mother and her child!
“And then, there’s you.” Shy turned toward Medhimama, her tone sounding as if she was addressing a war criminal rather than a misguided mother. “I honestly don’t know how to feel about you. On one hand, you’ve somehow managed to fit physical, emotional, and sexual abuse into your busy schedule since you came here, and I honestly don’t know how the hell you’re not in prison right now. On the other hand, getting the shit slapped out of you by your daughter must’ve knocked something back into motion upstairs, because you actually realized you were being a bitch and made an active effort to stop being a bitch.”
Dramatically, Shy motioned at the other captives to either side of the visibly shaken blue-haired woman. “Which, sadly enough, puts you leaps and bounds ahead of these chucklefucks. So congratulations! You eventually figured out that ripping your daughter’s clothes off and ordering her to seduce someone over a fucking bake-off is a bad thing. You’ve finally met the bare minimum qualifications to not be considered an irredeemable sack of shit. Whoop-de-fucking-doo!”
To her credit, Medhimama looked deeply ashamed over her past actions. Mamako still thought Shy was being too harsh, though. She’d apologized to Medhi and explained that she only did what she did out of love, so there was no point in reopening old wounds now.
“But look at me, getting carried away being all serious-like!” Shy said abruptly, her tone going from cold as ice to warm and playful in a heartbeat. “I went to all the trouble of hacking this game and fixing that silly glitch that keeps players from logging out before they meet the win condition-”
“Thmmt whffnn m glmmph!” Shirase protested, scandalized that such a key part of the game had been subverted.
“-so I might as well have some fun while I’m here!” With a snap of Shy’s fingers, the ground beneath Mamako and the others rotated until they were facing away from her, still in that same semicircle arrangement. In her new position, Mamako couldn’t see Shy or any of the other women she’d captured. She could only shift uncomfortably in her bonds, staring at the wall as she tried to figure out what sort of “fun” Shy had in mind.
However, even if she couldn’t see her fellow captives, she could definitely hear it when a loud slapping sound started reverberating through the room over and over again, causing Shirase to yelp and shriek in pain. A few seconds later, Medhimama’s own screams joined the cacophony, followed shortly by Kazuno’s own outraged cries. Whatever Shy was doing, Mamako definitely didn’t think it sounded very fun!
Sensing movement behind her, Mamako braced herself for whatever might happen. Instead of pain, though, she suddenly felt a draft all over her lower body. With mounting horror, she realized the lower half of her clothing had vanished the same way her blindfold had earlier, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down!
“Nuh, duhnn luh-MMMMMHHHHGGHH!” Mamako squealed as something flat and wooden impacted her bare butt. She couldn’t believe it - she was being paddled like a naughty schoolchild!
“What do you think, ladies?” Shy laughed, her voice somehow clearly audible over the sounds of four magical floating paddles spanking four loudmouthed women. “This world isn’t near as much fun when someone else has all the power instead of you, is it? Well, get used to it, because I’ve got a game of my own in mind, and we’re just getting started!”
Mamako screamed and struggled, but there was no escaping the paddle that crashed down again and again on her rapidly reddening buttocks. No last-minute spell would spontaneously manifest to save her from her plight. All she could do was stand there helplessly as the sadistic hacker had her fun.
Finally, the paddles slowed down to a stop, and Shy raised her voice again. “That oughta do for a warm-up! Now, I’m sure you’re all dying to learn about the game you’ll be playing. So, assuming Little Miss Bad Ideas here doesn’t have any objections to me copying her again-”
Before Shirase could even think of responding, another slapping sound and another yelp rang out, somehow sounding a little different than the earlier paddling. “Did she use her bare hand?” Mamako realized.
“-then I inform you that the name of tonight’s game is the Panty Shuffle!”
Suddenly, Mamako felt something soft and silky appear in her mouth, as if it had been magically crammed in behind the rubber ball. Even as oblivious as she was, it didn’t take her long to identify exactly what was pressing against her tounge. “No, this can’t be right! She couldn’t possibly do something so dirty!”
“Thaaaaaat’s right!” Sky’s sing-songy voice rang out. “Not only are you bitches going to be wearing a nice big set of matching ball gags until we’re done, but you’re also going to be chewing on each other’s panties! And you’d better get good at identifying each other by taste, because I’m going to be switching them around at random after every question!”
She none-too-gently patted Mamako’s sore rear, making her wince. “Now, since you seem to be top dog around here, how’s about you show everyone how it’s done? Care to tell me whose panties you think I’ve stuffed between those pouty cheeks of yours?”
“...Shrrmphffy?” Mamako offered nervously.
“BZZT! Wrong, wrong, wrong!” Shy cackled. “Those cute little tighty-whiteys you’re sucking on belong to none other than Medhimama! And since you answered wrong, you get to have your tight, bouncy booty spanked senseless until your next turn comes around!”
As the paddle resumed its assault on her ass with renewed force, Mamako bit down as hard as she could on the ball gag, trying to suppress her screams. She could only hope Masato and his friends could find her and save her from this awful woman who seemed to hate mothers so much. Otherwise, she was in for a long, painful night...
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