A Masked Girl

"<...I'm-- ...there's no one here!>" Came a slightly squeaky voice. They were close. Close, and evidently quite stupid.

"..." Hitomi didn't dignify the response with an answer. The voice was decidedly feminine, and even though Hitomi was both prone and bound, she was also a Black Belt, though hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

Powering through the strain of her tits, she stretched out to flip the lights on, and what she saw before her made her jump-- "Ahn!" Ouch. Bouncing tits were painful enough even when they weren't strained to hell, and the sudden shock had made her lose her balance and drop back down to the bed, left to stare up at the masked and hooded figure before her. The nose of the all-white mask dipped down deep, so deep, in fact, that it almost comically wedged between a pair of tits that didn't seem to fit within the jacket of her assaulter.

"Ahhh... Ah! <What? What is this? I'm retired>!" She yelled, the ridiculous scenario reminding her of the days when scenes would start without her knowledge, just to catch a more true-to-life reaction. A contrived scenario where a cloaked woman with large tits bound her up sounded exactly like the kind of thing they'd do!