Shura Kiragakure Chapter 1 - Party Girl (Patreon)

A few years after the giant Gehenna gate was sealed again, barring Satan from the human realm, all of the trainee exorcists had grown up to be fully fledged (adult) members of the church. Shura, who already was those things, hadn’t changed a bit however… She still likes a party.

One night after returning from a group mission, all members decided to have a drink together to celebrate a job well done. Naturally booze flowed, though for some more than others.

“Shura, are you sure you should open up another bottle?” Yukio asked worried. “You’re pretty far gone already.”

“Aww, donzt be lizze dad.” Shura replied, fumbling her words and taking another sip.

“Argh. Why can’t you ever keep yourself in check? This is not how a high ranking member of the church ought to behave.” Yukio lectured.

“Pff, pardy poober.” The redhead replied, carrying on drinking.

Yukio took another sip of his tea before getting up and heading for the bathroom.

It’s the same every time! I don’t get how she can be so carefree. It’s fine now when we’re inside a safe location and on downtime, but she even gets drunk on missions.

The brown haired boy balled his hands into fists from frustration.

Maybe I should show her what can happen if you let down your guard as much as she does…

After that Yukio didn’t return for a whole hour, but nobody really noticed it thanks to Shura making such a fuss, trying to get the others just as drunk and flaunting her well-endowed body to all of the guys.

And as much fun as they were having, one by one they headed for bed, leaving the paralytically drunk Shura all alone since she refused to be taken to her room. And drunk or not, her combat skills were still nothing to joke about, so nobody felt up to the task to force her out of the bar.

It took until midnight for Shura to finally give in to her sleep and start stumbling towards her room, only she never reached it…

The red haired exorcist woke up with a throbbing head, a throat burning with thirst and strangely enough, an aching body.

“Huh? W-What is this? Owww, my head.” Shura began to say, wanting to rub her head to stop the throbbing.

Except she couldn’t. Despite her still heavy head she soon discovered she was standing up straight, spread-eagled to an X-shaped cross by means of some very sturdy metal shackles built into the frame at the four ends.

Huhn? What? Why can't I move? Shura began to think whilst still a little dazed, rattling the cuffs trapping her wrists in an effort to pull her arms down. But it was futile. Everything looked and felt rock solid and no matter how hard she struggled, her bindings wouldn’t budge.

"Ad m mm i- HHRRMM?!! (What the hell is- HUUUH?!!)” She began to say, only to be finally shocked wide awake by not a single word making it through, instead hearing just a few unintelligble grumbles.

It was then she felt the rubber inside her mouth, coming from a thick panel gag strapped in place, a big ball on the inside filling her cheeks.

“HHHHMMMM!!” The red haired girl tried screaming again, but even after fully opening her lungs, barely anything could be heard, which frustrated the bodacious exorcist.

I don’t know who’s idea of a joke this is, but when I get out of here there’s no place they can hide that I won’t find them!

Driven by her anger, Shura resumed her struggling, yanking on the manacles and kicking her legs to tear herself free from the cross. The gorgeous woman kept up her efforts for nearly half an hour, but eventually tired herself out, forcing her to slump down in her bonds and begin breathing heavily through her nose.

I don’t get it. Whoever did this to me was quite thorough, I mean he even made sure I wouldn’t be able to reach of my sword with this awkward position. So then where is he or she? What’s their plan?

As though the device keeping her prisoner had read her mind, it suddenly sprung to life.

During her wriggles, Shura had taken note of a thick, bulging piece of rubber protruding from the cross right underneath her waist, forcing the redhead to rest her groin on it. It hadn’t particularly bothered her when she was trying to escape, other than rub her up the wrong way once or twice (or rather, the very right way).

But now all of a sudden that bulge began to heat up ever so slightly.

What the HELL?! The red haired damsel thought worried. 

She expected the thing to begin torturing her any moment now, burn her perhaps in her most intimate area. But instead it began to feel… pleasant?

And the pleasurable feeling spiked when the rubber bulge started vibrating.

What the-?! This is- "MMMMMRRRR!!" 

Smeet mother of- That feels SOOO incredibly good!!

“UUHHHMMMNNN!!” Shura moaned, immediately starting to get turned on by the vibrations traveling through her entire body, creating ripples of pleasure all over.

But I can’t let this keep going, I have to get out of here!

The redhead began struggling frantically, shaking the entire construction in an effort to break free. But it still was no help whatsoever, and her strength began seeping away slowly under the effects of the vibing of her groin.

Something which also didn’t help, and which Shura really didn't want to admit to, was the fact that her body and mind were in fact welcoming the feelings coursing through her. She had been so busy being an exorcist for the church that it had kept her so occupied (and most of all: single), that her body was starved for sexual pleasure. Now that it was so close to her, she simply didn't have the will to resist it, to run away from it (even if she could).

"HHHMMMRRRR!!" she kept groaning loudly, closing her eyes in reluctant but powerful ecstasy. Her back began arching slightly by the convulsing of her muscles as she waited for the surging within her to reach its climax.

I'm - I'm going to…

But all of a sudden, as sudden as it had started (and just that little bit too soon), the vibe shut of completely.

"Hmr? Wht? HHHMMMRRRGGG!!??" Shura shouted in utter dismay.

What the hell? Not now! Not with me so damned close! TURN BACK ON DAMN IT!"

"HHMM HMM HHHMMMMMRRRGGG!!!" The redhead screeched and grunted as she began thrashing around madly, even rocking the cross as if to kick start it into life.

"That's not how that contraption works I'm afraid. It is controlled by this remote I have here." Suddenly came from the shadows.

Shura reared her head, trying to find the owner of the voice. Although she was pretty certain already, because she recognized it.

And she was right, because into the light stepped none other than Yukio Okimura.

“HHMRRGGEEOO (YUKIO) !!” Shura shouted angrily, twisting in her restraints again but forced to stop immediately as her burning groin kept rubbing against the bulge, turning her on ever more.

“I suppose you’re wondering why on Earth I did this to you?”

Shura didn’t furnish him with a reply, but just kept staring at him angrily.

The bespectacled man sighed. “Of course you don’t know. You don’t ever feel like you do something wrong don’t you? Not even when you drink so much you’re scaring the people around you.”

By now Yukio was standing right in front of her, and reached around her head to unbuckle the panel gag.

As soon as it came out, Shura drew a deep breath, which she was needing badly, and began stretching her aching jaw.

Moments later, she glared at him again. “Don't be such a stick in the mud, it was a party!”

“It was supposed to be a calm drink to unwind after the mission… You made it a party, despite most of us not wanting anything remotely as wild.”

“Argh, you guys are all so boring. I keep trying to coax you guys out of your shells, but you never respond no matter how much you want to. Instead, you just blame me for simply being myself!” She said accusingly.

“You’ve got that backwards. You are the one who tries to force us into your pace! And when we don’t follow suit you just label us as ‘boring’. So I thought I’d show you disciplined is not the same as boring.”

“By shackling me to this thing?” She asked, returning her attention to the sturdy restraints keeping her firmly pinned in place. Taking a good look at it, it seemed to be quite old, but there was no wear at it whatsoever.

"Where the hell did you even find something like this?!"

“Mephisto.” Was all Yukio initially replied. “He dumped it in the lower levels of the school, and I came across it when patrolling the grounds. When I asked him about it he said it was used to ‘keep prisoners comfortable yet frustrated’. At the time I had no idea what he meant, but seeing you…”

“You have quite the warped little mind, you know that.” Shura insulted, her piercing eyes glaring at you as though she was trying to fire lightning from them.

“Like I said, disciplined it not the same as boring. I too have ‘interest’ not aligned with the church’s teachings, I just don’t flaunt myself the way you do.”

“FLAUNT?” Shure repeated offended. “Just from trying to have a good time?!”

“And wearing clothes which leave nothing to the imagination.” Yukio countered, letting his fingers run up Shura’s scantily clad upper body, stroking her belly and halting just below her chest.

Having Yukio touch her like that without her consent was annoying the redhead enormously, especially because it didn’t feel entirely unpleasant. She tried to get her body out of the way of his fingers, fidgeting with her hands in order to slip them out of the cuffs. But they held firm, and kicking her legs wasn’t delivering any results either, other than tire her out again.

“What’s with the evasive maneuvers?” Yukio teased. “I thought you liked having a good time.”

Shura hissed at the bespectacled man. “You are getting into sooo much trouble!”

“Not nearly as much as you are already in.” The brown haired man countered, casually letting his fingers run around the red tattoo decorating his captive’s beautifully toned upper body

Shura looked down at her chest and the tattoo .

If I could only get my sword out of its seal… Damn it how did I end up like this? I’ve never not been able to draw – “Ooohhn.” The red haired damsel suddenly moaned at Yukio touching her breasts, sending a shock of arousal through her body.

Part of her welcomed Yukio’s touch heartily, but part of her was also frustrated at getting so flustered over the touch of this ‘brat’. She glared at him again.  

"You've done this before haven't you? You closet pervert!"

"No I haven't!"  Yukio shouted, instantly getting all red in the face. “But I’m a grown man now, so why shouldn’t I be attracted to a beautiful woman! And like I said: It’s not like you’re hiding these ‘assets’ of yours from the public.”

“And that’s what gives you the right to grope me?!”

The brown haired exorcist became even redder. “I’m not… groping you. Just- just showing you one of the many risks about leaving yourself unguarded.” He defended his behavior.

Determined to gain some momentum, he continued: “And this is your own fault! Your whole attitude is filled with flaws. From the way you act to the way you dress, all the way to hiding your sword via a magic seal tattooed on your chest.” He ranted, pointing at the red markings located above between and beneath Shura’s ample bosom.

“I might seem like a smart move, since it means your weapon is always close by… But as soon as someone knows about it, it leaves you wide open! But I bet you never even thought about what would happened if your own chest happened to be out of reach!"

"That's not something that should normally be possible!" Shura countered.

"You need to expect the unexpected as an exorcist, not doing so is what gets you in messes like this one." Yukio lectured again. 

"YOU got me in this mess, not my work ethic!"

But Yukio ignored her instead rummaging through a backpack he’d brought with him.

“What are you doing?” Shura asked angrily, leaning forward as much as her shackles allowed in order to peek into the bag, making her large knockers swing about ever so slightly in their scanty confines she called a bra.

“Preparing the last leg of your punishment.”

“Excuse me?!” Shura responded surprised. “Like hell you are! What you’re going to do, is get me out! If you don’t I promise you I’ll tear you to shreds the minute I’m free again!”

Yukio didn’t grant his captive with an answer, but kept on casually looking through the bag. 

“Aaarghh! You ass!” Shura sweared.

“Such foul words for a member of the church.” The brown haired young man taunted. “Looks like you are in dire need of some reeducation.” He then pulled out the item he’d been searching for: A large white hitachi wand.

Shura’s eyes widened. “Where’n da hell did you get that thing?!”

“Mephisto again.” Yukio replied, failing to hide a grin. “I can’t say I like working with demons, but they have their perks…”

The bespectacled exorcist then pulled out a roll of duct tape and taped the hitachi to Shura’s inner thigh, making sure the bulbous end was pressing against the redhead’s groin.

The mere thought of that thing springing into action caused a faint blush to form on her face.

But before she could plead (or threaten) Yukio into taking back the hitachi, he flicked the switch.

“Kyaaa!!” Shura shrieked as the buzzing surged through her, turning her desperately horny again in a matter of seconds.

Yukio meanwhile simply took a step back and enjoyed the scene of seeing the always so confident and laid back Shura squirming to keep control.

After almost twenty minutes of non-stop pleasure, Shura began gasping for air. She was inches away from an orgasm… but she didn’t want one, not from this darned piece of plastic!

“Hah, hah, haaah. Okay, I give up!” She shouted.

“You give up?”

“I give up, you win." Shura admitted, having lost strength of will to keep resisting her body's call for pleasure after having denied it for so, so long. "You can take me Yukio, just please be gentle."

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to touch you."

"WHAT?! Then what is this whole freaking ordeal for?!" Shura asked as she resumed her struggling again, grunting loudly under the strain she was causing for herself.

"To teach you, I said that before."

"You were serious back there?! This is just to-aaah!!" Shura interrupted herself with a cry, her struggling just forced the hitachi to hit her labia at just the right angle, further intensifying the buzz and making her body reach a sexual spike for just a second."

"Haahh haahh, then how long are you having me strung up like this?" The redhead gasped.

"Again, what's with all those assumptions? I was never planning to let you out. I just stayed here to make sure the bindings would hold. Now that I know they will, I'm leaving."

"LEAVING? AND WHAT ABOUT ME DAMN IT?!!"

"Someone will come along soon enough I'm sure. If you're nice to them, he or she will untie you I guess."

"Nobody comes this far down! You gonna leave me here to starve?!"

"Don't make such a drama. As long as you yell loud enough, someone is bound to hear you. That shouldn't be too hard, right? You're usually so noisy."

"Yukio, you son of a B-mmhh!"

"In fact I think this gag will be needed, or otherwise you'll get someone over here straight away, and that would ruin your lesson."

Shura couldn’t help but become slightly nervous now.

This thing completely muffles me!! I won't have a hope in the world of drawing someone's attention! What the hell is Yukio thinking? Is he serious about leaving me here all alone?

I’m definitely not getting out on my own, and now he’s taking away my means of calling for help? He’s- he’s crazy! Did he get possessed again?

Shura looked at Yukio for any visible signs of his demons blood acting up, but apart from his behavior he seemed completely normal.

…That can't be it. That brat probably just wants to make sure I can't interfere with him toying with my body. I always pegged him for a closet pervert, quiet little do gooder! Just watch, the moment he confirms I can’t resist or call for help, he’ll be all over me. Not that the redhead minded that prospect anymore, right now anything was good enough to get her rocks off.

But the red haired woman had been dead wrong, which she discovered as she saw Yukio turn around and leave the room without so much as a goodbye.

The red haired damsel’s eyes shot wide open in disbelief, and she began twisting in her shackles again, checking if perhaps Yukio had loosened any for her without her noticing. No such luck though, her spread-eagle trap was as escape proof as always. 

He left?! And I’m still tied up?! Don’t tell me… He's actually for real? Shura thought astonished. Well fuck. What do I do now?!"

In reality, Yukio had placed timers on the cuffs from the X-frame. After 4 hours they would automatically release Shura. There was no way he was going to risk a fellow member of the church (and friend, though he would never describe as such in public) to risk being left undiscovered for days or not ever.

Those 4 hours also give Yukio the time he needed to make it to his next mission, which was conveniently located several countries away, and secretive enough for Shura not to be able to find out his whereabouts for the coming few months, just in case she would be bent on revenge.

Of course, 4 whole hours of hanging around helplessly thinking you have no hope of getting out would be enough to send even the most battle hardened warriors crazy. Add to that the tantalizing hitachi happily buzzing away at Shura’s groin, and it should come as no surprise she redhead was slowly being driven up the wall with frustration and lewdness.

Shura’s behavior had always been a source of great frustration for the brown haired exorcist. And with this last binge being the final straw, plus with all of the circumstances falling into place so perfectly, the male exorcist hadn't been able to resist the opportunity to teach Shura a lesson she would never forget... But now, walking back he started wondering whether he had been too rough on his senpai.

Sure she was noisy and aggravating, and always treated him like a little kid… But he had been exceptionally cruel to her by supplying her with a vibe that wouldn’t buzz hard enough to make her come. 

I guess I should apologize when I meet her again. Though that'll probably just make her call me a child again, for not taking responsibility. 

Soon after Yukio reached his room and began focusing his mind on preparing for the next excursion, no longer any room to worry about a certain helpless redhead having the time of her life… or not.

Because the longer her torment went on, the less sure Shura became of what it was she truly needed: Did she want out, did she want the buzzing to stop, or did she want it to kick into a higher gear to finally bring her the release her body was screaming for?

All the red haired damsel could think to do to stave off her horny desires was keep up her struggles, occupy her mind. So she kept wriggling, screaming, moaning and cursing in the hopes of either making some form of progress, or being found by someone who could deliver it.

But hours passed with nobody arriving, and eventually Shura exhausted herself so badly it took her all she had to stay awake (though she didn’t really understand why she bothered, since it just brought her more grief).

After the first two hours, all Shura had left on her mind was to get back at Yukio, and how this was his fault and his alone:

Yukio is a really sick bastard! Who the hell locks people up like this, then leaves them to rot! It’s bad enough that he’s leaving me helpless like this, to even go and humiliate me by screwing up my body! I’m killing that brat, mark my words! 

But after yet another hour of biting away her frustration and lewdness, her thoughts began to change:

“HHHHMMMNNN!!”

Sweet mother of God! It won’t stop! This feeling, this burning inside of me won’t back down no matter how hard I try. But why can’t I cum?! Isn’t that buzzing bastard doing enough for me? I’m so close, I can feel it! 

Shura began grinding her hips, trying to make the hitachi increase its contact with her groin, perhaps even slip down her jeans hotpants a little for more direct contact.

Come on stupid thing, speed up! Get harder, get rougher! COME OOON!

“HHHMMMRGGGG!!!” The redhead kept groaning as the plastic hitachi utterly ignored her muffled pleas.

After yet another hour of her muffled begging, the cuffs finally released Shura and she dropped to the floor.

However the very first thing she did was not to run out of the room, nor to begin rubbing her sore wrists and ankles, it wasn’t even to take out her gag.

Her very first response to being freed was to unzip her hotpants, take the still activated hitachi wand, and shove it down her panties to give her body the climax it had been screaming for for hours on end.

She didn't even question the sudden release of the supposed inescapable frame. She just grabbed her chance to come, and come she did!

“HHHHMMMMMMMM!!!” Shura shouted in utter ecstasy, flooding the hitachi and the floor beneath her with her womanly fluids.

The red haired woman needed to focus all of her strength to not simply pass out under the release of tension, but she held firm, pressing the bulbous vibrating end even harder against her labia and working it to bring about another orgasm, even slipping two fingers beside it to begin tingling her engorged clit.

“Hhhn. Hmmmmmn. HMMMMMMRRRR!!”

After this second climax washed over her, Shura finally let go of the hitachi and dropped on her back, the cold floor working wonders to cool down her raving body.

The redhead remained lying there for minutes on end. She didn’t even have the strength to raise her arms and unbuckle the gag, instead simply remaining sprawled out on the floor trying to take in as much air through her nostrils as she could.

As the euphoria of being free again and having reached her climax filled her up, she slowly slipped out of consciousness for an hour and a half.

When Shura woke up again, it was pitch dark in both the room itself and the hallways. She was freezing cold, and her soaking panties were clinging to her and making her feel very dirty.

She crawled back to her feet and began running along the wall towards her room, hoping fervently everyone else was sound asleep because she truly didn’t feel like meeting anyone.

After making it into her room unseen, she locked the door and crashed to the ground again, her legs like jelly from the second burst of relief this night.

I need a shower… and my bed. She thought to herself as she pushed herself on her feet and stumbled towards the bathroom, where she immediately opened up the taps to let steaming hot water flow.

The red haired exorcist took off all her clothes and dragged her divine body under the stream of water. Her nipples were still rock hard, but she daren’t touch her for fear of starting up a whole new cycle of her body demanding sexual pleasure. Instead she carefully scrubbed her snatch (which in itself was lighting up all the wrong signals within her), and remained in the shower for nearly an hour until she finally felt clean enough to get out again.

After slipping on a fresh pair of panties and a comfy but accentuating bra, she put on her dark purple kimono and dropped herself onto her bed, not even bothering to get under the covers but drifting right off to sleep, the last image in her mind that of a smirking Yukio.

But to her astonishment, Shura’s desire for revenge had completely ebbed away. Instead she was left with a strange feeling of contentment, and curiosity at whether Yukio could possibly know any more tricks...