Shura Kiragakure Chapter 2 - Shura's second dose of discipline (Patreon)

After a rough and hazardous four-month mission, Yukio finally returned back to headquarters. Dutiful as always, the young exorcist reported his superiors before heading for his room. He was looking forward to getting a proper rest in his own bed after all this time.

But that would have to wait for now, because when he entered his quarters the brown haired young man was surprised to find it occupied:

Shura was sitting on his bed, wearing just her short purple pyjama kimono.

"What are you doing here?!" The brown haired exorcist asked stunned.

"Waiting for you, dumbass! What does it look like?"

"B-But why?" Yukio stammered. "Why are you waiting for me to return?"

"I pestered HQ to tell me where you went, but they kept blowing me off saying it was classified."

"Well it was."

Shura just shrugged. "It wasn't until a week ago that they finally gave in, the brass informed me you would be coming back today."

"That's all well and done, but it's not an answer to my question: WHY are you here? What's so important that it can't wait until I've had a decent night's rest?"

The voluptuous young woman frowned at her fellow exorcist. "You return home to find a hot young girl in your bedroom, and all you think about is going to sleep?!" She sighed. "I see that hard core mission didn't change you at all. You're still a tightwad."

"And you're still irresponsible. Is that any way to go around the place? You can barely call that dressed." 

Shura raised a leg seductively. "You don't like this kimono?"

The younger man blushed slightly. "Stop dodging the question and tell me what you're doing here." He countered, hoping to change the subject

"I was waiting for you to come back, what else? I told you that already."

"You never said why." Yukio insisted.

"Because I want a rerun of our last encounter."

"Our last encounter?" The bespectacled exorcist muttered, delving through his memories to discover what his senpai was on about.

When it hit him, his glasses nearly fell off his nose. "Last time?! I-Is what you're talking about…"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Shura said sternly. "That time you took me by surprise and left me strung against that wooden cross thing, stewing in my own juices thanks to this stupid toy!" She growled, holding up that same hitachi wand of back then.

"You want revenge, is that it?" Yukio replied, already reaching for his gun.

But to his surprise, Shura shook her head. "No, I want to do it again." She said as she threw the hitachi aside.

"You WHAT?!"

"That was an amazing feeling, and I want to experience it once more." The redhead continued, blowing past Yukio's wide open mouth and the expression of shock on his face.

She casually lied down on her fellow exorcist's bed, running a finger along the massive cleavage of her kimono to stroke her large, supple breasts. "Tying myself up wasn't exactly the same. I wasn't completely helpless you see, there had to be a way out since I didn't have an accomplice to fall back on. And no matter what I tried, the thrill simply couldn't compare."

"And now you want to use me to get another rush just like that first one?" The brown haired young man scowled.

"Hey! This is your fault to begin with!" Shura protested. "Take responsibility, Yukio you brat!"

She then pointed at a duffle bag beside his bed, which she'd brought along from her own quarters.

"After some browsing I found a shop selling the equipment you'd need for this. I didn't know how much of a pervert you were after all, couldn't risk turning up here and you not having any gear." The red haired exorcist teased.

Yukio's face ran even redder. "Tell me again why I should be doing this, and letting you insult me to boot?" 

"Because you like it. The tying up part I mean, I'm pretty sure you're the domme type so the insults won't float your boat. They're mainly for my amusement."

"If I'm the 'domme', then why does it feel like you're in charge here?"

"Because I'm always in charge. But that's what makes things so boring." Shura admitted. "And that's why I'm letting you do this to me again... So you'd better try hard, if you don't want to squander the chance at seducing a lovely, young, hot babe into becoming your plaything."

"Not a single one of those adjectives fits you." The dragoon sniped. "For that matter the babe is misplaced as well."

The bodacious exorcist frowned. "Will you get on with it rather than sulk!"

Yukio sighed. "You're nog going to go away, are you?"

"Finally catching on I see." Shura snickered, tightening up her kimono for now as she sat upright on the bed to see what her fellow exorcist would do.

For starters, he opened up the duffle bag. Inside he found several coils of rope and other bindings materials, but also a myriad of toys.

"I didn't know what to buy, so I just told the shop assistant to load up that bag with whatever constituted 'light' play equipment. Some of the things I saw in that shop I wouldn't even use on demons, so I thought it best to play safe and collect everything that seemed 'fun'."

"That's an understatement." Yukio replied as he pulled out a stack of ropes. "You've pretty much got everything in here."

"Good, then you won't have any excuses if I turn out to be bored."

"Tsk, you're being arrogant."

"No I'm not! I'm just really antsy about this thanks to you making me wait for so long!" The redhead said accusingly. "So forgive me if my expectations are a little high."

“Well, then I couldn’t possibly let you wait any longer, poor girl.” Yukio said sarcastically as he crossed Shura’s wrists above her head and coiled a rope around them.

After securely cinching it off, pinning the swordswoman’s wrists together, he pulled them up to anchor them to the headboard, the knot hidden away behind the bed far out of her reach.

Hmrn, this is definitely tighter than what I always managed. The swordswoman realized as she tried pulling her wrists apart again. But the ropes didn’t let her.

Whilst Shura was testing her bindings and failing to untangle them, Yukio moved on to tie her ankles either side of the bed, leaving her spread eagled and revealing her black thong underneath the already skimpy kimono.

The brown haired young man sighed. "Even your underwear is shameless."

"I'll have you know normal men go wild for a thong!"

"I'm an exorcist, normal doesn't apply to me."

"You got that right, kinky four-eyes." She said with a sly grin. 

The young man 'tsked' again, turning his attention to the duffle bag to avoid looking at Shura’s smug face. "So, anything in here, I'm allowed to use?"

"Yep." Shura replied cheerfully. "I never bothered to empty the thing, since that assistant spend almost half an hour going through his stash. I figured you'd know what do to anyways."

The bespectacled man chuckled. "Oh yes, I know exactly what to do with some of these things." He smirked, but a rather dark one.

"Oi, four-eyes. What are you looking at so disturbingly?" Shura asked, now actually turning a little nervous as she twitched in her bindings, but found them not yielding at all.

Part of her suddenly realized again that with her body pulled taut on the bed, her hands pinned down above her head, Yukio had once again managed to place her hands far out of reach of the tattoo sealing her sword.

Tsk. Damned brat got me again. No way out, and he knows it… Maaaybe I should've put up a failsafe after all.

"I suppose we'd best start of lightly." Yukio offered. "With this…"

The dragoon then pulled out a small feather.

Shura’s eyes narrowed. "What in the hell?! What’s that doing in- "

"This is what you get for not looking through the bag." Yukio sneered. 

"That was never supposed to be in there! It doesn't have anything to do with what we're trying to do here!" Shura protested angrily, yanking her bindings to no avail. 

"You think so? I think it fits perfectly: what better way to take advantage of a completely helpless damsel than to do something she doesn't want to do…" 

"Yukio, I swear if you use that fe-mmfpprrr!!" The red haired captive tried to threaten, but a soft spunge and some tape soon cut her off. 

"There. I wouldn't want the whole building to be woken up by your shrieking after all."

"HMRRRN!"

Shura growled furiously, twisting and turning on Yukio's bed to try and wriggle free to escape her fate. But all she managed to do was make the ropes dig in and dislodge her kimono until one of her breasts was completely exposed.

The fact she hadn’t bothered with a bra didn’t surprise Yukio at all, nor did he mind it.

"Perfect, guess we'll start there, if you're offering." The bespectacled young man taunted, brushing the soft white feather over Shura's breast and nipple.

"HHHHMMMNN!!" The redhead yelped bucking and twitching as she tried to back away from the tiny piece of plumage. But she simply couldn't find the slack in her restraints to dodge Yukio.

The merciless exorcist kept tickling his bound and gagged victim for minutes on end, ignoring her growls and shrieks as she squirmed on his bed, desperately trying to avoid the feather for as much as she could.

But soon enough Shura’s strength had been completely sapped, both from her wriggles and the forced laughter.

Her pride soon had to take a step down in favour of her pleading with her brown haired captor to stop his tickle torture as tears of laughter streamed down her face.

But the stubborn exorcist simply ignored her until she was too tired to do anything more than twitch lightly. Then, he finally pulled away the feather and allowed Shura to gasp greedily for air. Her beautiful pale breasts began rising and falling as her chest heaved, her smooth skin covered in pearling beads of sweat.

"Some warm up, huh?" Yukio snickered.

"MMGGGRRRR!!"

“Calm down, I’ll get to the good stuff now.”

“Hmn?”

The young man set his glasses straight. “I meant I’ll start what you came here for.” He elaborated, reaching up with his hand and giving her large breasts a gentle squeeze.

“Hmmnnn.” The red haired woman mewled in delight. This was exactly what she’d been waiting for all these weeks! And the long wait only made her body more eager to receive more.

"Ook oo onn e-huf (Took you long enough)." She moaned impatiently.

“Haha, still as demanding as always.” The brown haired exorcist remarked as he ran his thumbs over Shura’s nipples and pressed them into her supple breasts.

“Hrmmrnn.” The swordswoman purred cutely. “Or ihoo ad, ush ahid ih (You’re into that, just admit it).”

“Haaah, you’re as tiring as I remember you.” Yukio sighed.

Shura giggled into her gag, throwing her captor a smug look.

“That wasn’t a compliment.” He said dryly, wobbling a bit.

“Hmn? Arr oo o-ae (are you okay)?” Shura asked.

“Of course not. I haven’t slept properly in three days. It’s been a rough mission, and to be honest I was exhausted and just wanted to get to bed instead of finding you in it.” The young dragoon replied as he went to lie on his bed beside Shura, but kept some distance so as not to touch her.

"Hmr?" The redhead mouthed into her gag confusedly.

But Yukio didn’t respond anymore.

"MMMN!" She growled, nudging against her captor angrily.

"Be quiet please, I'm trying to sleep."

Sleep?! With me bound and gagged on your bed and horny has hell?! You can forget that!!

Shura started thrashing wildly, bumping her voluptuous body into the man lying beside her as roughly as she could, determined to make him sit up again.

In the end she got her way. Yukio let out a heavy sigh has he stood out of his bed again. "Fine…"

The swordswoman smirked triumphantly at him, but that smug look soon disappeared when she saw her fellow exorcist pick up the duct tape again. 

"If you won't stay still I'll tape you in place."

"Mmmnrrrr!!!" The fierce red haired woman yelled into her gag, glaring at Yukio as if to say ‘don’t you dare!’.

"Your call, either you lie still, or I'll wrap you up so tight you can't move a muscle."

The look behind his thin spectacles proved to Shura Yukio meant what he said. And she also realized she’d be powerless to stop him.

It stung her a lot, but the redhead forced herself to calm down. "Mss (Ass)" She complained.

“Call me whatever foul name you want, you’re the one who came to my room for playing games.”

“Oh eese aim (not these games)!” She moaned disappointed, pulling on the ropes again, her large knockers jiggling a little.

“Just be patient until I’ve gotten my rest.” He said softly as the brown haired man relaxed again, cuddling up against his captive.

Lying there on his bed with the red haired bombshell in his arms, his hand casually stroked her large breasts, keeping Shura on her toes. The redhead didn't like the half-assed attention though.

Closet pervert, stubborn mule. You tie me up but won’t touch me properly? I can’t figure out if you’re evil or just innocent and preud.

Yukio’s right hand dropped away from Shura’s bosom to rest on her slim waistline.

You really are a weird one… 

"I'm betting you hate this." The dragoon suddenly remarked without even opening his eyes.

"Hmmrrn." The redhead just snorted. 

"You realize it's the main reason I doing this, right?"

"MMSS (ASS)!!" She repeated.

"Don't worry. After I take a quick nap I'll get right down to giving you what you came for." He whispered whilst playfully pinching her nipple, making her yelp. "So the sooner you relax, the sooner I can get my rest."

"En ob omn-in ee (then stop fondling me)!" Shura groaned annoyed, feeling like she was going to go mad with need!

The bespectacled man listened, and left his captive alone to finally nod off.

Since there was nothing she could do thanks to Yukio’s ropework, Shura also settled in and tried to get comfortable for the 10-or so minutes her captor would be out.

[Four hours later]

Yukio woke up with a long yawn, rubbing the fuzz out of his eyes before searching for his glasses. “That was a great nap.” He said, turning to look at Shura.

To his surprise, the red haired girl looked absolutely furious. The glare she was throwing at him sent shivers down his spine, and made him feel somewhat relieved to see the bindings intact.

“What’s wrong?” He asked nervously, half realizing what the answer would be by the feel of his body being slow to wake up.

"OORRR OUHHZ (FOUR HOURS)!"" Shura screeched. "AIF IN AI-IN EERR OR OORR OOUZZ (I'VE BEEN LYING HERE FOR FOUR HOURS)!" The redhead bellowed, bucking her hips needily. The coarse ropes rubbing her wrists and ankles, the sensation of Yukio’s hands caressing her every so often and her being helpless to prevent him, all of it had continued to make the swordswoman hornier and hornier.

But to her frustration, she had been too securely pinned down and muffled to forcefully wake Yukio up from his small coma.

“S-sorry. I honestly meant to take a 15-minute nap. B-But I told you I was tired didn’t I?" He tried to defend his screw up.

Shura didn’t care however. 

"EH OHIN (GET GOING)!!" She demanded, bucking her pelvis again whilst her thighs writhed together in hunger.

Despite feeling a little guilty, he couldn’t pass up to mess with Shura right now. He’d never seen her so flustered!

"Or what, you'll wriggle at me?" He taunted.

"HMMRRRRNN!" Shura started bucking wildly, making the wood creak as she thrashed around trying to tear the ropes apart in anger. But nothing budged.

She eventually tired herself out again, slumping down and glaring at Yukio in frustration.

"Ad oo oo an (what do you want)?" She wailed desperately. I’m tied up and gagged, you can do whatever you wish! So why won’t you even touch me?!

To her astonishment, Yukio just smiled calmly. “Nothing. You were just bucking so wildly I had trouble getting started."

“Hmrn?!”

“I promised I’d show you a good time after I woke up didn’t I? Granted, I didn’t expect to be out this long, so it’s not surprising you’re upset.”

“Oh ool (so you’ll)-?” Shura mewled eagerly.

By manner of response, the gunslinger exorcist placed both his hands on Shura’s large knockers and began rolling them beneath his palms like a baker rolling out bread buns.

“Hmmnrr!” The red haired captive purred appreciatively. This is a great start!

And Yukio had plenty more in store for his fellow exorcist.

“Care to guess what these are?” He asked Shura as he showed her a pair of pincer-like things with small weights attached at the end.

The redhead just stared at them quizzically, moaning at the bespectacled young man to drop the guessing game and keep working her tits.

“I suppose not then. Let me show you.” He replied softly as he opened up one of the clamps and pinched it onto her right nipple.

“Hiii!!” The swordswoman shrieked into her hefty tape gag, so loud she actually became audible.

“They’re called ‘nipple clamps’. A pretty straightforward description don’t you think?” Yukio snickered.

Shura didn’t have a response ready if even if she could’ve worked it past the stuffed gag. Instead she settled for throwing another angry glare at her captor, blinking away a small tear.

“Here comes the second one.” The dragoon said as he pinched the other on.

“HHHMNRNNN!!” His captive wailed, kicking and screaming as best she could. But that only made the tiny beads hanging off the clamps fling around to increase the pull on her nipples.

This is insane! I thought just him playing with my tits was powerful, but this- this is on a whole new level!

“Next game.” Yukio suddenly said.

“Hmrn?!” The redhead shrieked in horror. “He’s not going to clamp anything else on is he?!”

“Those beads, what do you think they are?” The brown haired young man asked with a smirk as he flicked one of them, making Shura twitch again.

“Hmnff mmhn AIHRR (I don’t CARE)!!” She growled, the constant pressure on her buds driving her insane with arousal.

Yukio sighed. “For a ‘playful kind of gal’ as you always describe yourself, you’re not being a very good sport.” He taunted her.

“Hmnf!” The swordswoman snorted. “Or oh hhm-mn hrr (You’re not playing fair).”

“Neither do you. Ever.” Was the accusing retort.

“Ahevur (whatever).” Shura shrugged.

“Let’s see if you’re still so indifferent after these kick into action.” Yukio said as he twisted the beads, activating the internal vibrators.

“AAAAHHH!!” The red haired damsel gasped as her body catapulted into a whole new realm of pleasure.

The vibrations were mild at best, but thanks to those tiny clamps they were transferred into her body directly through her nipples. And that sensation was one Shura had never felt before!

I can’t believe it! He keeps cranking up the pace! How much further can he drive this?! She wondered in a mixture of curiosity and despair. If he makes me any hornier I might melt into the sheets!

“U-kee-hoo (Yukiooo)!” Shura wailed, her eyes shimmering from holding back the frustrated tears.

She wanted to cum so bad it hurt! But with all of the action going on topside and her hands so far removed from her lovebox, that was out of the question... at least by herself.

“Yes?”

“Ees eh ee umnn (Please let me cum).” Shura whimpered.

“What’s this? The proud and stubborn Kirigakure Shura is begging? Begging? To me, four-eyes? “ Yukio taunted with a smug grin.

He full well knew he was being a little cruel to his sempai, but seeing her so helpless he couldn’t help but take some revenge for years and years of pestering and humiliation. What better way than to rile her up some more?

But to his astonishment, Shura didn’t throw a fit or garbled new insults. She just moaned softly again, nodding her head as she began squirming for her captor’s attention.

“Are you that desperate for it?” The dragoon said surprised.

“Hmn hmnn.” Shura nodded once more.

It was like this was a completely different Shura. Rather than the boisterous, selfish, obnoxious and patronising Shura he’d always know, this version seemed so delicate, so feminine!

The brown haired young man swallowed. “Then I won’t make you wait any longer.” He said softly, crawling onto the bed and resting his body up against Shura’s.

Yukio started out by slipping his hand underneath her thong and gently caressing the red haired girl’s labia, but that alone was enough to make her shudder in anticipation.

"Mmmmnnn" She mewled, eager for more.

So the bespectacled exorcist gave her more. He pulled her knickers aside and dipped his finger into her lovebox, immediately touching upon her clit which was almost pulsing with desire.

“Aahmmnnn!” The swordswoman tried to gasp, her nostrils flaring as her lungs tried to suck in enough air. Her heart began pounding in her chest, her legs trembling as the fire inside stoked higher and higher.

It took the dragoon less than a minute to bring his captive to a wild climax, with Shura’s body convulsing and her arms and legs yanking the ropes uncontrollably. The bed and ropes alike started creaking, but to his relief Yukio’s bindings held their ground, preventing Shura from falling out of bed in her throes.

Her orgasm had barely died down or she began nudging her hip against Yukio’s for a second round.

“Haha, very well.” The young man said, dipping his finger even deeper and pinching her clit between his thumb and index finger.

“HMMNNN!!” The swordswoman howled, trying to spit out her gag in order to curse loudly, if only to vent her ecstasy in some way other than squirming around on Yukio’s bed.

Moments later, her second climax surged forth, accompanied by a muffled shriek and Shura’s eyes rolling up into her skull. She was struggling to remain conscious, but kept fighting to do so because the feeling coursing through her was just too damn good!

She slumped into Yukio’s mattress as her orgasm subsided, lying limply in her bonds and gazing up at the sealing whilst her breasts heaved up and down, positively shining from the sweat covering her beautiful pale skin.

Yukio gently removed the tape and pulled out the stuffing from Shura’s mouth.

“Thanks.” She gasped, stretching her jaw a little. 

"No problem… So, you happy now?"

To his surprise, Shura frowned at him. "No I'm not happy! You made me wait for months before coming back, and then HOURS whilst lying in my friggin' lap! When I came here I expected to be pampered for my patience, not to be toyed with!"

“You got your reward in the end though. Wasn’t it worth it?”

The red haired captive pouted. “Yes.” She admitted grudgingly. “It’s hard for me to say this, but what you did here felt so good, I can’t even feel angry with you for making me wait for so long.”

“Great to hear. So then I take it if I untie you now you won’t cut off my head?” The gunslinger joked.

Shura smirked back. “Of course not! Then who will I turn to for the next session?”

"Excuse me? Next session?" The brown haired young man repeated confused, straightening his glasses a little.

“Of course. You wanna pin a date straight away or should do you want to make it a surprise?” The red haired bombshell suggested.

“So I’m supposed to tie you up again?”

“Of course you are! We’re making this a regular thing!"

“You’re joking!”

“Am not. Or are you telling me you don’t want to?” Shura said, a sly grin playing along her lips.

“T-That… I didn’t say that.” Yukio admitted.

“There we go! From now on we’re colleague with benefits!” The gorgeous exorcist declared.

Yukio took off his glasses and rubbed his brow. “What have I gotten myself into…” He sighed.