Fishing for Compliments

Fifth Touch: Kidnapped, or: "Kokomi, you fucking perv"

Kujou Sara was peeved off. Really, really peeved off.

"What kind of game is this?" she muttered to herself in outrage, her golden eyes shining in outrage as they ran over the elegant scrawl that Kokomi had written on a scrap piece of paper. "Are you screwing with me, fish-lady? Damn you!"

Sara had thought that they were going to wake up together after last night's explosive, emotional bondage session in Kokomi's dungeon. It was also the first time that Sara had made love to Kokomi in her hut. Sara had thought that maybe they were going to enjoy an intimate and romantic bath together in their wooden tub, while the morning sun shone on them and the birds were singing. She'd hoped that they were going to discuss an end to the conflict over a delicious breakfast of pan-fried fish and fresh miso soup.

But instead, Kokomi had bailed, being nowhere to be found, and all she'd left Sara was this note beside her futon.

What Sara read shocked, outraged, and titillated her:

Sweet slave,

By the time you read this, I'll be at Sangonomiya Shrine, where we have a couple of hours of private time before negotiations between you, representing the Shogunate, and me, representing the Resistance, begin.

In about an hour's time, General Gorou will personally come and capture you, bringing you to my throne room so that I can have my way with you.

I want us to experience the thrill of kidnapping you.

Gorou, the confused little thing, has been instructed that this is only a game, if you're willing to play along. So don't hit him for real. He's on his way to you now, probably still blushing from my instructions.

If you don't wish to enact this with me, just straight come over to Sangonomiya Shrine upon reading this. Gorou will get the message and return too. I'll be waiting with fresh tea and mochi, and I won't ever mention it again.

But if my fantasy sets your loins on fire...

Then wait for Gorou's arrival. I want you dragged over here, hapless and at my mercy.

"She wants to kidnap me. She wants to enact her fetish of abducting me."

Sara repeated the idea to herself in disbelief, trying to mentally process it.

Her face flushed crimson. "You're unbelievable, Kokomi," she sputtered to herself. Her mind raced, conflicted over what to do. What the hell was she supposed to feel? A sense of thrill? Shame? And poor Gorou! He was close to Kokomi, but he probably never thought that his leader was a BDSM freak. The last time he had clashed with Sara, they were fighting over the Traveler on Nazuchi Beach, and Sara had been about to defeat his forces before Kokomi's intervention had forced her to back off. They were serious rivals.

And now, he was nothing more than an enabler of Kokomi's fiendish fetishes. Sara almost felt sorry for the guy.

"Talk about not getting what you signed up for," she grumbled to herself. In a huff, she sat down on the floor, crossing her shapely legs. She had half a mind to deny Kokomi her wish, to tell her that she didn't consent. "Honestly, you get your way too often with me. I'm too soft for you, I can never say no to your perversity. Because..." Sara bit her lip.

"Because I love it too. Damn it, I love you too much. You're so cute. You're such a good master and lover. I've never fallen so hard before. I love everything you do to me, because I feel so safe and it's so fun!"

She slammed her fist on the ground in turmoil, enraged by Kokomi's brazenness – how dare she just assume that Sara would enjoy being play-kidnapped?! – but also, to her own surprise, aroused and hot all over. I want it. I want her to send her Resistance forces, to capture me, the Shogun's top general. Fuck, then she's going to look at me with those cool, calm eyes of the endless depths. When I'm handcuffed, or tied up with rope, or shackled, she's going to fucking break me and make me her slave all over again.