Vol.6 Ch.9.1 – Shibari I
Chapter 9: Shibari
For a moment I thought I'd have to repeat myself but then the door opened and a thoroughly reddened Athena stepped into the room.
“Why did you come here, Athena?” I asked.
She looked away, staring down at the floor and closing the door behind her without a word.
“Were you that desperate to learn about Yume's past?” I asked, “or were you worried we'd start the fun without you?”
The way her blush deepened was all the answer I needed but then she admitted: “It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop on your past. I apologize.”
Yume let out a toneless little chuckle. “I wasn't really hiding it. It's just... hard to share. I'm not bothered that you heard it as well. But... I can be if you'd prefer that.”
“If I'd... prefer that?” Athena asked and I was once again amazed at how dense she could be when it came to this kind of stuff. And so I decided to spell it out for her:
“She's saying that she'll pretend to be upset if you'd rather act like getting tied up is a punishment.”
The blush returned with a vengeance and she stayed quiet for a long time before admitting: “I don't think that's necessary.”
So she wanted to get tied up regardless then. Good. As I'd thought, once her buttons were properly pushed she was even more submissive than Alisha. “Lose the toga, then.”
She didn't miss a beat. She immediately loosened the sash holding her toga tied to her body and then pushed the cloth off her shoulder, letting the cloth fall to the ground, exposing her naked body to us.
“You truly are a work of art,” Yume said quietly and I could hear the admiration in her voice.
But Athena looked away in embarrassment. “I am a goddess. This body was given to me. Complimenting it is pointless.”
But Yume chuckled. “I wasn't complimenting you.”
Athena looked up at her.
“You're right, this body was given to you. Your worshipers created it out of sheer belief. And we should all be grateful that they gave you a body this gorgeous. They could just as well have made you a bony hag, oh goddess of wisdom.”
“Does your homeland have gods like that?” I asked.
“Many of them,” Yume said. “Though most of the truly important gods are gorgeous to behold.”
“Have you met many of them?” I asked.
“Not many,” she said. “Though I did once meet the great Inari, the one who created my kind.”
“What was he like?” I asked.
“Another time,” Yume said, circling Athena, her hand tracing along the goddess' body in a proprietary manner. “Though your body makes me wonder... How many of your clerics must be gazing at you lewdly if this is how they imagine you?”
Athena's blush returned once again.
“She did once tell me that most of her Saint candidates looked at her with desire in their eyes,” I mused.
“All those adoring worshipers,” Yume said, only barely keeping herself from tsking. “And yet you saved yourself for Felix...”
“As I said,” Athena said, “I can't claim credit for this body. But I can decide what to do with it. And that was my choice. I wanted to make sure to make a choice I wouldn't regret.”
I had to swallow at the sincerity of her words.
“Then shall we make more choices together?” Yume asked, cupping one of Athena's breasts. “I can mold you into shape for him, at least for a little while. It won't be your choice, precisely, but it won't be your worshipers' choice, either.”
“Yes,” Athena said. “Shape me.”
Yume nodded, then walked over to the rack holding her ropes. They were all neatly coiled up and the one she picked was a light brown one, jute if I knew my ropes.
She gently, almost reverently loosened a knot and unfurled the rope into its proper length, about thirty feet long. She grabbed both ends in one hand and straightened it so that she held both ends in one hand and a loop in the other, then she walked over to Athena and stroked her cheek with the loop.
“Soft, isn't it?”
“Yes,” Athena said. “Surprisingly so.”
“Would you have preferred a coarser one?” Yume asked.
“She likes to hurt a little,” I said with a soft smirk. Athena didn't refute me.
“She will,” Yume said. “But I'd rather leave rope marks than scratches.” Then her tone gained an edge and she said: “Stand up straight.”
Athena's body lurched to comply and she straightened up, standing tall if not proud. Yume slipped the loop around Athena's neck so that the loop wrapped around the back of her neck and the double length of rope hung down between her breasts.
Yume smiled at the sight, then looped the rope around her hand and used it to yank Athena down into a kiss, rough and demanding. I could see her pushing her tongue into Athena's mouth, using it to tease out her tongue and then giving it a little nip with her long canines.
I just stood next to the two of them, feeling both useless and hopelessly turned on. I had never watched Yume tie up any of my girls. She had, at times, presented a tied-up Alisha to me, molded into shape and soaking wet, but I'd never been there to watch the process. But something about our conversation had apparently made her more comfortable with showing me this side of her.
When they broke the kiss Athena immediately stood up straight again like a good little slut and I could almost taste Yume's annoyance at not getting to punish her for disobedience. Apparently Athena was too submissive for the little fox's taste.
But instead of dwelling on it, Yume proceeded, tying a series of knots into the rope. When the final knot was tied she split the double length apart and began working with the single lengths, looping them around Athena's buttocks and upper thighs in a way that hugged her crotch without covering it, then looped the two lengths of rope through the gaps she'd left between the earlier knots. When she was satisfied with the lines of rope her soft smile gained a sadistic edge.
“Take a deep breath and hold it,” she said and waited for Athena to comply. When the goddess was holding her breath she pulled on both lengths of rope, hard. All the loose ties from before snapped into place, blossoming into a diamond pattern reminiscent of a turtle's shell. It looked quite beautiful but the look wasn't what held my attention at that moment. Instead it was the gasp that tore out of Athena's throat at the sensation of the rope digging into her skin in a dozen different places, molding her into shape.
The rope around her breasts pushed them out, making them look even larger than before. The ropes circling her waist squeezed her body, making her waist seem narrower while drawing attention to her flat tummy and cute bellybutton. The ropes looping around her buttocks made her ass and hips seem even fuller. And while many of these ties covered the wearer's pussy and crushed the clit under the tight rope, this one left Athena's crotch bare, drawing attention there by omission. Her holes were completely defenseless. Well, except for the part where she could still move her arms and legs. That seemed like an oversight. But evidently that was an oversight Yume was intent on fixing.
“Hands behind your back,” she said, again in that forceful voice that commanded absolute obedience.
Athena hadn't even fully recovered from the sensation of the ropes digging into her flesh yet but even so she hurried to cross her arms behind her back, gripping her forearms.
“Good girl,” Yume husked when she saw it and hurried to grab another rope, this one a bit shorter than the last but also looking a little coarser.
She placed that rope on the bed for later, then used the ends of the rope still left loose behind Athena's back to tie her arms in place. When the goddess could no longer move her arms Yume grabbed hold of Athena by the rope around her breasts and threw her onto the bed. I would have been shocked by the display of strength if I hadn't seen the faintest wisps of white mist left behind in the wake of her movements. She'd used Qi to throw the goddess. Not that it would have been necessary. Athena would have crawled onto the bed if either of us had commanded her. But Yume was proving a point.
“Stay on your belly,” Yume commanded and Athena immediately stopped trying to flip over, just laying there like a fish, waiting for Yume to mess with her some more.
Yume grabbed the second rope and began by tying Athena's legs together by the ankles. When she could no longer spread her legs Yume threw the rope over a wooden beam near the ceiling and then used it to pull Athena up by the legs. For a moment I thought she was going to hang her upside down but then she looked at me and asked:
“Could you hold her up for me?”
I smiled and sat down on the bed, debating whether to do this. Normally I would have just grabbed Athena by the rope crisscrossing behind her back but I was pretty sure that's where Yume wanted to tie the rope to. And so instead I scooted onto the bed and pushed my way in between Athena and the bed, then used my hands and knees to push her whole body up.
“Did you pick this room specifically because of that beam?” I asked Yume as I lay there, pretty much face to face with Athena. My room didn't have a prominent wooden beam like that. Neither did Anna's.
“Maybe,” Yume said smugly, already busy tying the rope to the ones on Athena's back, both near her shoulder blades and near her buttocks.
When she was done Athena was dangling from the ceiling, suspended a foot above the bed by three points.
“How does she look,” Yume asked, “my mate?”
“Ravishing,” I said. “I can't wait to mess her up.”
Yume bit her lip. “Did I do a good job?”
“The best,” I said.
“Will you reward me?” she husked.
“Oh yes,” I said. “Once I'm done turning her inside out.”
Her smile was positively vulpine. “Good.”