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Fujiko nime Gagged and bound
🕑 Added 2025-09-26 01:15:42 +0000 UTCFujiko Mine Episode 1 — The Diamond Trap and a Mischievous Smile
Fujiko Mine was sneaking into the vault of the most secure diamond museum in the world. Every step she took was silent, graceful, calculated. But suddenly, the sound of boots and the looming presence of soldiers surrounded her from all sides.
Instead of running away as she usually would, Fujiko froze. She took a breath, then slowly raised both hands above her head in an oddly submissive gesture. The soldiers advanced cautiously.
“Heh… men really are all the same, aren’t they?” she said with a sly smile. “But I can’t say I hate it.”
The soldiers ordered her to strip down, leaving her in nothing but tight black lingerie that clung to her figure, revealing her flawless skin and elegant curves. Ropes were brought out next, binding her wrists and ankles with expert precision. A tracking collar was locked snugly around her neck before they marched her down a dark corridor into confinement.
The room was cluttered and messy, full of old boxes, tools, and scattered debris. Cameras glared from every corner, recording her every move. Fujiko was placed in the middle of the room, her bindings checked once again, the collar secure. She could hardly move at all. A mix of humiliation and irritation burned inside her as she struggled faintly.
When some of the soldiers came closer, one of their hands brushed against her body. Fujiko let out a surprised chuckle.
“Hey… where exactly did you just touch me, huh?”
But none of them laughed with her. Their faces stayed stern. A gag was forced between her lips, a blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, cutting off her voice and her sight.
“Oh, come on… I was only teasing…” she thought, heart still racing despite the strict restraints.
Even under constant surveillance, her cunning spirit hadn’t left her.
When she finally thought the soldiers had all left, Fujiko carefully shifted. Her fingers brushed the tiny blade hidden in the hem of her panties. Slowly, with trembling hands, she drew it out. If she could just cut the ropes, she might escape.
But her confidence lasted only a moment—suddenly, heavy footsteps closed in. A soldier who had been watching silently from the corner rushed forward. Fujiko stiffened instantly. She knew she had been caught.
“Tch… made a mistake this time, didn’t I…” she thought bitterly. The blade was still in her hand, but her body was bound too tightly to use it effectively. The soldier grabbed her firmly, overpowering her with ease.
Fujiko sighed, knowing this attempt had failed. Still, in the back of her mind, she thought:
“Next time… I won’t let myself slip up like this.”
All content here is intended for roleplay purposes only.
"All characters are 18 years old or older."
Fujiko nime : lupin the third
