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Story:
Where was she?

The last thing Takane remembered was finishing a performance with the rest of her idol companions and was resting in her private changing room when she received a visitor. Then her memory became hazy. But her shaky memory was the least of her problems in her current predicament.

From what Takane could tell she was in some sort of basement, someone had built a mock stage on which she barely stood upon. Her wrists were bound with rope that pulled her upwards, balancing her on the tips of her toes. More rope restrained her legs at her ankles and wrists and were woven into a harness around her breasts. What’s worst is that Takane could feel some more rope under her skirt cleaving her most precious part tightly. Upon awakening Takane tried crying out for help, only to be surprised by her muffled moans by the large ball gag forced into her mouth.

However, what proved most ominous was the video camera set up and pointed straight at her; a red light turned on, indicating it was recording. The camera was attached to a laptop set on a small desk next to an open box, implying that she was being watched. Takane glared at the camera, trying to escape from whatever sick set up her captor had in mind for her; but her bonds were resilient. Eventually Takane was greeted with a clacking noise and a dark figure descended into the room.

The figure walked over to the laptop and looked at it. Reaching into the box the figure pulled out more rope and a pair of leather mittens and walked over to Takane and with a female voice spoke.

“Already hit the first milestone! Are you ready my dear?’