Shampoo and Sato

“Ooooh!” Shampoo stirred and tried to open her eyes. Her head swam and she realized something was terribly wrong. As her vision slowly cleared she discovered why her arms and shoulders were giving her so much pain. She was hanging in the middle of a cold concrete room about twenty feet square, her arms secured to rings in the ceiling by two meter lengths of chain secured to her wrists by metal shackles. Her ankles were also secured to ringbolts in the concrete floor so that her feet were about four feet apart. By trying very hard she could just take the weight off her arms and shoulders by standing on tiptoes.

It was cold in the room, probably deliberately so, and although only her shoes and socks have been removed, she could feel the flow of chilled air. However, the position of her body and the circumstances of her surroundings were not the most frightening aspects of her existence. It was the presence of Ichiro Sato. He was seated on the only chair in the room, one foot placed nonchalantly across his knee and his eyes fixed on her with the frightening intensity of a snake watching its prey.

“So the treacherous little bitch is awake,” Sato said, getting to his feet. “Now we can get down to some serious business.”

In spite of the chill air of the room, sweat trickled down Shampoo’s neck and between her breasts. She realized that she was in serious trouble, although why Sato had decided to treat her like this she had no idea. “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “It hurts. I kept my part of the bargain.”

“Yes you did,” Sato replied. “And we kept ours. Those teenaged pests are no longer a problem. However, we cannot afford to leave any witnesses, much less one who is as closely associated with them as you are. Also, I am really looking forward to fucking your tight little backside.”

“Let me down,” Shampoo demanded, arching her body and pulling desperately at the chains. “You can’t do this to me. Someone will come looking for me.”

“Really?” Sato asked. “Do you know where you are?”

“N…no,” Shampoo stammered realizing what Sato was getting at. She really did not like the way he was looking at her, particularly the way his eyes kept going to her breasts. A couple of buttons on her blouse had popped open revealing a little more of her shapely bosom than normal.

“Neither does anyone else,” Sato said as he moved a little closer to her. “And now it is time to end this useless conversation, and get to the point.”

“W…what p…point?” Shampoo quavered.

“This for a start,” Sato said. He stepped forward and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse.

Shampoo squirmed in fear. “Stop. You have no right to do that.” The curve of her breasts heaved as she struggled to free herself from the chains.

There was a click as Sato pulled something from his pocket and pushed a button, revealing the razor edge of a box cutter. “No, please,” Shampoo begged as he moved the blade toward her body.

“Don’t worry. This is not for you. At least not yet.” He gripped her blouse and ran the blade along the seam from her collar to her right shoulder. The material parted and continued to do so as he cut through the fabric from her collar to the end of her sleeve. Then he repeated the operation on the left side allowing what was left of her blouse to float to the floor.

Shampoo trembled in her chains. She had never felt so helpless. And in spite of the fact that she was now almost naked, sweat beaded her svelte body. She was down to just her thong and bra and although she was incredibly proud of her body, having it forcibly displayed by an obvious thug like Sato had her terrified. As a warrior, trained to fight since she was old enough to swing a sword, being completely at the mercy of a common criminal was a humiliating and frightening predicament. “Oh no,” she thought. “I’m going to be ****. And it’s my punishment for betraying my rivals.”

Sato stepped back to survey his handiwork while Shampoo sweated under his gaze. His eyes swept over her body in an unmistakably predatory manner and his upper lip curled back. “Oh,” he leered, “this is going to be so much fun.”

“What are you going to do?” Shampoo demanded. “You can’t think that you can get away with this.”

Sato didn’t answer. Instead he moved behind her. Shampoo felt a familiar tug as her bra was unhooked and then another two tugs as Sato cut through the straps, freeing her breasts from their confinement. “Stop,” she protested, thinking back to how she had danced in front of the mirror only a few hours ago.

“A bit too late for that now,” Sato replied, moving back in front of her. He stared at her heaving breasts as Shampoo unconsciously squirmed under his gaze.

“Oh no,” Shampoo whimpered as Sato reached for her breasts. “Please don’t touch me.”

“Amazing,” Sato commented, ignoring Shampoo’s frightened response. “You don’t even need a bra.” He closed his fingers over her breasts, his thumbs flicking her upright pink nipples.

Shampoo shuddered. Never had she dreamed that her betrayal of her rivals might lead to this. She had never felt so helpless or so ashamed. The touch of Sato’s fingers filled her with revulsion and fear, but there was also something else, something that rose up inside her in spite of terror of her situation.

“You little bitch,” Sato jeered. “You’re actually getting off on this aren’t you?”

“No!” Shampoo cried. She strained at her chains, as Sato squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. “I’m a warrior. You can’t do this to me!”

“I think you’re secretly enjoying this,” Sato said. “You like the feeling of helplessness don’t you? As a warrior you can’t give in to a man unless he has defeated you. But if you are captured and helpless to resist then you are free to give in to your fantasies.”

“You’re wrong!” Shampoo retorted. “I hate what you’re doing. And if I ever get loose I’m going to rip your balls off.”

“I’ll keep that threat in mind while I’m fucking you,” Sato grinned. “But for now let’s just see how hot your oven is getting.”

“No! Stop!” Shampoo shrilled as Sato slipped his fingers down the front of her thin lace panties, cupping her public mound and tangling his fingers in the silky blue fleece that sheltered her nether lips.

“Ah,” exclaimed Sato, “just as I thought. You’re so wet your panties are soaked.”

Shampoo coloured, her entire body blushing at Sato’s discovery. She should have been absolutely mortified at what Sato had **** on her, but instead she had responded in a manner that was entirely unexpected. She had disgraced herself as a member of the Joketsuzoku. Even worse, she feared that she might even further debase herself. “Please don’t do this to me,” she wailed. “Let me go or you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

“Begging one sentence and threatening the next,” Sato sneered. “Not very becoming for one who fancies herself a warrior. But I have something that will soon change your tune.” As he finished speaking he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tore the translucent garment away.

Shampoo colored even further and opened her mouth to protest, but that was as far as she got. Her comment was choked off by a ball gag that Sato shoved adroitly between her teeth. “I suspect that what I am going to do next will cause you to make quite a bit of noise.”

Shampoo’s overheated body suddenly went chill. So it was not going to be just ****; it was going to be **** first. She watched, her heart pounding in terror as Sato took something from his pocket. She jerked at her chains in unthinking response, as Sato flicked a switched. “Now, princess,” he smiled. “Let’s see just how strong you are.”