In the Back Room - A Katawa Shoujo Tale
 
Rain patters on the windows of the Shanghai as I sit studying in my usual place. My half-drunk coffee sits off to the side, simmering slightly as I attempt to puzzle my way through more history. With a sigh of resignation, I slump back in my seat and cast a weary look around the tea house. It’s as empty as usual, aside from me and the nervous red-haired waitress Yuuko, who seems to be fidgeting with something near the back at the moment. Almost as if sensing my gaze, Yuuko jumps up and hurries over to my table. She makes her signature bow, which nearly causes her to slam her head into the table, and says, “Can I get anything for you, Hisao?” She nervously fidgets with her hands, obviously getting a little worked up at the prospect of having to serve me more food. I give what I hope to be a relaxing smile, and shake my head, saying, “No thanks Yuuko, I just had a question about the Shanghai.” Her fidgeting immediately stops as her hands fold together at her waist. For a split second, I think I see something in her eyes – distrust, or malevolence? – But as soon as it registers, it’s gone, replaced by her usual apologetic look. “Oh, really? What did you want to know?” I look around the Shanghai again, gesturing with my hand as I do so. “Well, it’s just… I never really see anyone in here, other than Hanako, Lilly, and I. And yourself of course, but you work here. So I guess I’ve just been wondering, if this isn’t too prying of a question… how does the Shanghai stay in business?” Yuuko resumes fidgeting for a moment, looking down at her feet with a conflicted look on her face. Seeing as she’s never been good at disguising her emotions, this is a bit of an interesting development. “It’s… it’s easier if I just show you.” She takes my hand without the slightest hesitation, and pulls me out of my seat. I’m so surprised by this turn of events that I can’t do anything but nod my head and follow her. Her grip is surprisingly firm, and her hands are warm and soft. She leads me through the restaurant to a door marked “Employees Only.” She takes a quiet, deep breath, and then turns to me. “Okay Hisao, you go first.” Startled, I stare at her for a few seconds, before nodding assent. I open the door and step through it. It’s dark, with only one or two distant lights, and I can barely see anything. As I open my mouth to talk to Yuuko, a blinding pain shoots through the back of my head, and I collapse on the floor. I see stars for a few seconds, then slip into unconsciousness.
 
I wake up slowly, my mind feeling like it's trying to struggle through molasses as I regain consciousness. As I become more and more aware of the position of my body, I realize that I can't see. I momentarily freak out, and try to scream, only to find that I can't speak either, except in muffled gibberish. It's only after a few seconds of contemplating my situation that I feel the heavy cloth over my eyes and what may be leather over my mouth. I also realize that I'm in a standing position, with my arms bound over my head by thick cuffs and my feet by what feel like chains. Then I realize the final part of my shame: I'm completely naked. My pulse quickens as the pieces fall into place and I remember my last moments before passing out. Yuuko somehow knocked me out, then took me... where? Into the back room of the Shanghai? So is this the secret that she was hiding? No wonder she was always so nervous, if there was some sort of sex dungeon in the back this whole time. My silent musings are interrupted by the slam of a door, the rattle of keys, and the flick of a light switch. Through the cloth I can see light now, but still no shapes. There's footsteps, hard clacking ones which send involuntary shivers up my spine, which stop right before me. A hand caresses my cheek, then suddenly the blindfold is gone. My eyes are blinded from the sudden light, and it takes a moment for them to adjust. Standing in front of me is Yuuko, but it's a Yuuko that I've never seen. Her hair is done up in her usual style, but that's where the similarities end. Her glasses are gone, making her green eyes look much fiercer than usual, and she has a mischievous, almost erotic look on her face. My eyes widen in astonishment as I look down and see her outfit. Black and red patent leather embrace all the curves of her body, pushing up her breasts into cleavage and exposing the inside of her thighs, arms, and belly button, which is pierced with a black dangling gem. Her usual shoes are replaced by what can only be described as black leather "fuck-me" boots with outrageously high heels that go up to her knees. Underneath the leather, I can see that she's wearing red silken panties and no bra. Try as I might, it's impossible for me to hide my reaction to her appearance, and I stiffen just at the sight of her; she looks like more woman than I ever would have thought possible from Yuuko. She gives a playful laugh at my member's reaction. "I see that you like the outfit... good, I'm glad." She reaches down and strokes it a few times, bringing a dribble of precum to the tip. She smiles, wiping it off with a fingertip, and tastes it. "Mmmm... I had almost forgotten the taste. The girls here can be so hard to control, so I haven't had a man in quite some time." She walks away, out of my field of view, and after a couple seconds I feel cool leather being dragged across my back.
 
Before I have a chance to react, I feel the whip lash across my back, causing enough pain to make me attempt to leap forward against my restraints. Yuuko laughs again, a laugh utterly devoid of malice; she's just having fun with me. "Now, dear, do you know why you're being punished?" I start to shake my head when another lash causes me to jump forward again. "Oh, come now, I didn't hit you that hard... surely you remember?" I think for a moment, then cautiously nod. It must have been because I asked about the back room, although the gag prevents me from saying it out loud. "So, now we have a predicament, with a few choices. I could kill you, and let the enforcers take care of the rest; I could keep you here as a pet... or you can let me have my fun, take your lashes, and walk out of here. After promising to never speak of this to anyone, lest my friends find you." I can feel her running her hands over my body as I think. She idly traces the scar on my chest, then walks around to my back and runs a finger through one of my fresh wounds, sending shooting pain through my back. I slump my head. There's no choice here, that much is obvious. Yuuko walks in front of me again, lifting my chin up to look me in the eyes. She smiles, seeing my defeat. "Good. I do so enjoy an obedient slave. And don't worry, your precious Hanako won't know a thing about this either. It'll be our little secret, Hisao." Planting a little kiss on the gag, she suddenly drops to her knees, hand wrapped around my engorged manhood. The other hand slides smoothly along my balls, sending small shivers of pleasure up my body. She begins to pleasure me with her mouth, her tongue moving in little circles around my head as she takes more and more of my member, finally taking it all the way to the hilt. She draws back, then begins to move her hand in time with her mouth, quickly bringing me to the cusp of my orgasm. Sensing that she's brought me to the brink, she stops just as suddenly as she began, slapping me full in the face. "You're a bad boy, Hisao, thinking you could cum before you even started to give me pleasure." She steps back, looking me over, and smiles her dominatrix smile again. Yuuko turns, exposing her surprisingly nice ass to me, and pulls down her panties. She's clean shaven down there, not a single hair visible, and already dripping wet in anticipation. Apparently she derives a lot of pleasure from dominating her partners. She saunters over to a set of controls, pulling a couple of levers and turning some dials. I feel myself being lowered onto what seems to be a slanted table, and after a minute I'm lying with my legs slightly splayed and my hands still trussed up behind my head. Yuuko steps over me, grinding herself against my exposed chest and abdomen, taking an agonizingly long time to settle into a comfortable position. "Are you ready, Hisao?" It seems like a rhetorical question, since she drops down without waiting for an answer. Intense pleasure hits me like a wave as I slide inside of her, and the gag is the only thing keeping me from moaning aloud. Yuuko has no such barrier, though, and her moans and gasps echo loudly off of the walls of the room. She slowly begins moving her hips up and down, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my shoulders, savoring every moment of pleasure. "Oh, yes, oh oh oh yesssss..." Yuuko is practically shouting at this point, her hips moving up and down in quick, practiced strokes. She slaps me across the face again, yelling, "D-don't just... ahh... sit there, you little... ohh... fucker, move your... uhh... hips!" I obey, moving my hips up and down as well as I can in my position, and find that it nearly doubles my pleasure. We lose ourselves for a little while, until Yuuko begins shouting, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna... OHHHH!" Her orgasm hits her, causing her to tighten up so much that I lose control as well. With a muffled yell, I orgasm as well, the intense pleasure permeating my entire being. She lies on top of me for a while, gasping for breath, before sitting up with my manhood still inside of her. "Well, I'm a gal of my word, and that was fantastic. You're welcome to come back any time, but for now, let's get those cuffs off of you..." She takes off the chains, then the handcuffs, and then finally the gag. I gasp for air as I lie on the table, Yuuko still on top of me. "Uh, Yuuko..." She starts, then reluctantly gets off, her box still dribbling wetness. As I stand, she slaps me on the ass, then gives me my clothes. In a fake American accent, she says, "Y'all come back now, y'hear??" I hastily don my clothes and walk out of the back, not making eye contact with any of the three patrons who came in while Yuuko was punishing me. She steps out in her usual waitress outfit, her normal awkwardness back. I quickly gather up my books and go, making a mental note to never bring up the back room with anyone ever again.