DxD 0189: Dangerous (3/3) *
Kuroka turned around, frowning a little as she felt the resistive nature of the material that covered her body. It was hard for her to freely wiggle her fingers and toes, let alone fluidly move her body. As a Senjutsu practitioner, she was used to the fluid movements of her body, and the sudden resistive feeling irked her.
As she turned around, she ended up looking into Abaddon’s eyes and became conscious of her state. She instinctively looked away from him.
Abaddon smiled and ran his fingers through her hair, “I didn’t even put any conditioner in your hair, and it’s still so smooth.”
“Meow …” Kuroka showed a proud expression.
“I know, I know. That’s why you don’t need baths … Now you won’t have to deal with them for the next week at least.”
As she meowed at him, Abaddon placed his palm on her stomach, “Tell me, did you like my massage?”
Kuroka felt frustrated that she could only respond to him with a meow. She blinked her golden eyes at him as a vulnerable expression appeared on her face. She suddenly felt her heart racing as a flood of emotions hit her. It made her momentarily terrified. She grabbed Abaddon’s arm and shook her head, meowing at him in refusal.
“What’s wrong?” He asked her. “Do you not want to do it?”
She meowed at him and agreed.
“Come here,” He made her sit up and hugged her from the back. “You don’t have to worry. I won’t force you.”
Kuroka twisted her torso and nestled her face in his neck, ignoring the resistive leather. She could feel his nose rubbing against her ear and shivered.
“Tell me, what are you scared of,” Abaddon asked. “The nature of the restraints? Or just that it would leave you too vulnerable?”
“Meow …” She responded weakly as Abaddon put his hand on her stomach again, rubbing circles around her belly button. She could feel that he was still rubbing the lotion all over her skin and meowing at him again.
“I won’t force you. But I want to understand you,” he said. “I want you to submit to me, Kuroka. Trust that while I push your limits, I do it in a way that brings you the most pleasure. That’s how I do things with all of the girls. It is a very thin line, and I completely understand if you aren’t ready for it.”
Kuroka responded with a resigned meow, tightening her arms that were around his neck. She was enjoying the scent of his body.
“That’s my good girl,” Abaddon kissed her ear. “Tell me at any moment if you want me to stop, okay? You’re going to be my Rook, and once you do, I’ll give you a gift that I’ve been preparing for a while now.”
Abaddon didn’t let Kuroka go after his words. He held her in his arms and used his other hand to massage her belly before bringing it lower, slipping it under the unitard.
Kuroka let out a prolonged meow at his action as his fingers reached her wet pussy.
“My Kuroka is wet,” He could feel her arousal from how drenched she was.
“Meow …” She responded defensively.
‘It’s that lotion of yours …’
Feeling his fingers hovering around her clit, she leaned on him further. Abaddon then used his other hand to continue massaging her front, spreading the lotion all over her skin. Kuroka didn’t pay too much attention to the situation and instead focused on the pleasure that she was getting. She didn’t want to think about what would happen next.
As Abaddon reached her breasts, he finally directly started stimulating her clit, directly bringing Kuroka to an orgasm. She mewled and shivered in response as Abaddon continued his gentle massage. He wasn’t satisfied with giving her just one orgasm and brought her to climax multiple times.
When he was done, she was left panting in his arms, just like before in the pool.
“It’s time to close this front,” As he said that, Kuroka’s eyes opened curiously as she looked at him, closing the seams of the leather bodysuit from the front. It didn’t have a zipper and simply melded together the moment he pushed it together.
‘Of course, it’s a magical item …’
Kuroka inwardly sighed in defeat as Abaddon continued closing the suit all the way up to her neck as it got attached to her collar. Her entire body was now covered in this leather unitard.
“Stand up now,” Abaddon said. “We have the second layer of clothes for you.”
She nodded with some parts apprehension and some parts curiosity and stood up. It was a little difficult to balance herself since the leather had very low friction. She kept feeling like she would slip at any moment.
“Meow …” She complained, pointing at the floor.
“You won’t be standing on your feet for long,” Abaddon chuckled and picked one of the items with belts all over it. It was a corset.
He didn’t waste any time and wrapped it around her stomach before pulling it up just up to her breasts, leaving them free.
‘Fake corset …’
She couldn’t say anything and meowed at him with attitude as he tightened the belts. Kuroka suddenly found herself breathless as her stomach and waist were compressed before the corset was locked in place with two padlocks at the side.
“This is to make sure that your spine stays straight,” He explained before moving on.
The next thing Abaddon grabbed was a sleeve with a stump in the middle that he slipped over Kuroka’s arm.
“You will feel like your fingers are slipping into another glove. Don’t resist the sensation to ball up your fist,” Just as he told her that, Kuroka felt her hand being slipped into another glove. As the sleeve was pulled higher, she felt it pulling her fingers inward to make her ball them up.
As Abaddon pulled the sleeve all the way to her shoulder, Kuroka noticed that the stump in the middle was perfectly in place under her elbow. He repeated the process with her other arm. He then folded her arms and tightened the two belts of each sleeve before locking them in place.
“Try to move your arms,” Abaddon said, and Kuroka waved the stumps around, feeling weird due to being unable to separate her arms.
“Now for your legs,” Abaddon grabbed her by the waist and made her sit on the bench.
He grabbed her foot and slipped on a similar sleeve on her leg that went all the way up to her thigh, stopping just below her hips. Repeating the process as before, Kuroka found herself with stumps instead of limbs. Her mobility was lower than that of an actual animal at this point.
“One last thing,” Abaddon said as he looked at Kuroka dumbly sitting on the table. He brushed her hair and parted it from the center before forming it into two ponytails. “Good. Let’s go, Kuroka. I’m hungry. Hopefully, someone has cooked something; otherwise, I’ll have to order takeout.”
Abaddon grabbed her and put her on the floor before attaching a leash to her collar.
‘This is horrible …’ With her arms also folded, she was walking with a slant in her stride. Since her legs were long, it made her tilt forward. When her hands were free, she could make do, but in this state, it was disorienting.
“Meow!” Kuroka yanked her leash and looked at Abaddon with annoyance.
“Do you not want to?” Abaddon asked. “Walk a little with me. Come on. You’ll get used to it. A restrictive bitchsuit is much more difficult to deal with than a simple restraint. You should be feeling your entire body resisting your movements right now. That’s because of the latex bodysuit. Its entire purpose is to enhance the helplessness of the situation.”
“Meow …” Kuroka wasn’t exactly pleased with the situation but still obediently walked around as Abaddon led her around by her leash.
As he slowly got her used to walking around in the bitchsuit, she didn’t even realize when he’d led her outside his room.
“Let’s do stairs now. Go slowly and steadily and try not to fall,” He slowly walked forward as Kuroka followed along with fear in each step. Suddenly, she felt that she’d become very small. It wasn’t as prominent before since she was able to raise herself with her hands, but in this state, she was helpless and small.
‘Fuck, this is terrifying … I’m still drenched down there. That lotion must’ve been an aphrodisiac …’
As they made their way down, Kuroka saw that the other occupants were already at the table, waiting for Abaddon. Though, Rias and Sona, alongside their Queens, were still nowhere to be seen.
“Hi, girls,” He greeted them and took his seat. Kuroka sat down on the floor beside him. “Is dinner ready?”
“Senpai, what did you do to my sister?” Koneko spoke, her usual emotionless tone was fluctuating.
“Meow~!” The sister in question responded before Abaddon could get a word in.
Hearing her sister’s words, Kokeko glared at Abaddon frostily.
Abaddon chuckled and, without saying anything, pulled Kuroka up on his lap. “She’s going to stay like this for the next week in exchange for not being forced to bathe. She has come one step closer to being our lovely housecat.”