Obedience: story sample

Here is a sample of the first part of the story. I hope you enjoy it. It accompanies this comic: https://hairylizard93.fanbox.cc/posts/7346853

Bopha's eyes fluttered open, her mind still clinging to the remnants of a deep sleep. She lay motionless for a moment, feeling a strange heaviness in her limbs. She was in her living room, alone.

Attempting to move, she felt an alarming resistance. Panic surged through her as she realized her inability to move freely. She struggled, but the bindings were relentless, constricting her movements with an unforgiving tightness. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked down at her own body - she was naked, and bound from head to toe.

Her legs were forced into in an unnatural position by liberal amounts of duct tape, ankles pulled tightly against her glutes, the tape so tight it was cutting into her skin. The pressure on her bent knees was almost unbearable, sending sharp pains coursing through her. She tried to shift, to alleviate the discomfort, but each movement only intensified the pain.

Her arms, too, were bound in a similarly merciless fashion. The tape dug into her wrists, forcing them tightly against her shoulders. Every attempt to wriggle free was made futile by the tape's unyielding grip.

But the horror didn't end there. Bopha's eyes fell upon the large metal contraption encasing her groin. It was cold, its unforgiving steel pressing against her skin with a chilling tightness. She shivered, the metal's icy touch contrasting starkly with the humid Cambodian air.

"What the hell is going on?" she thought, her mind racing.

As she lay there, bound and bewildered, Bopha's mind scrambled for explanations, but for some reason, the events that led up to her current predicament were a haze.

In a surge of desperation, she attempted to scream, to call out for help. But her effort was in vain. No sound escaped her mouth, stifled by whatever was gagging her. Panic rose in her throat as she realized the extent of her silence. She probed with her tongue, trying to understand what was lodged in her mouth. It was soft, yet so tightly crammed inside that it felt like her mouth was being stretched to its limits. The taste was horrendous, a foulness that invaded her senses. The odor, too, crept into her nostrils, an unmistakable stench of dirty clothes. The thought alone made her stomach churn with disgust.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Bopha squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her mind to focus, to delve into her memories. She needed to understand, to recall how she ended up in this terrifying situation. Was this a bad dream? She hoped against hope, yet the tape binding her, the taste in her mouth, and the cold metal against her skin were all too real, too vivid to be mere figments of her imagination.

Bopha's world, already spinning in a whirlwind of confusion and fear, was jolted at the sound of a voice — cheerful, carefree, and utterly out of place in the grim scenario. The voice was melodic, high-pitched, and soft, imbued with a sense of youthful energy that seemed to dance in the air. It was Sareum, her much younger sister.

As the young Sareum came into view, standing directly in front of Bopha, the stark contrast between the two sisters became painfully evident. Sareum was the epitome of youthful exuberance, petite and vibrant, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She stood there, as pretty as a picture, bubbling with an energy that Bopha found both infuriating and, in her current state, incredibly intimidating.

Memories started flooding back. Their parents were away, leaving her, her sister Chaya, who was 2 years younger than her, and the young Sareum, 20 years their junior, alone in the house. Technically, Sareum was Bopha and Chaya's half sister, on their mom's side, being the result of their mom's remarriage late in life. Bopha and Chaya's dad had long since disappeared, and the two of them were treated something like second-class citizens not only in their own family, but also in the highly conservative Cambodian society as a whole. Having divorced parents was considered something of a taboo.

Now in their mid-thirties, Bopha and Chaya were both working women, yet they continued to live at home to help take care of their mom and step-dad, as was customary in Cambodia.

To them, Sareum had always been a thorn in their sides — a spoiled brat, selfish and without manners, who treated them with an unmistakable sense of disdain. The constant bickering and fighting between them had escalated over time, reaching a boiling point just last night. Things got physical.

Bopha's recollection of the events was still hazy, but the outcome was undeniably clear — she had been overpowered by Sareum. The thought was almost as shocking as her current predicament. How had Sareum, the youngest and smallest, managed to outmaneuver her? Bopha's heart pounded with a mix of fear, embarrassment, and anger. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night's altercation.

She lay there, bound and gagged, at the mercy of her younger sister. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her. "How did this happen? How could I let Sareum get the better of me?" Her pride was wounded, her sense of control shattered.

She thought harder, trying to remember. She remembered the escalating violence, Chaya's involvement, and then the stunning realization hit her with overwhelming force.The memory of her and Chaya begging for mercy, trapped simultaneously between Sareum's slender legs, came to her, both vivid and humiliating.

"How on earth was this possible?" Bopha pondered, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Sareum had always been the smaller one, and though Bopha knew she had been practicing the traditional Cambodian martial art of bokator since she was very young, she had never truly acknowledged her skill. She had underestimated her, a mistake that now left her in this vulnerable state.

The size difference between them was significant, almost laughable. Bopha and Chaya were both extremely tall and stocky, each standing at 6'1" and weighing around 220 pounds. In any country they would have been considered massive, let alone in Cambodia, where the average height for young females is 5 feet 2 inches. They got the giant genes from their mom, who was even more enormous than they were. She had even once appeared on TV because of it. But for whatever reason, Sareum was the only exception among them. She was tiny, at 4'11" feet tall (though not out of the ordinary in Cambodia) and weighing around 90 pounds. The disparity made her triumph over her older sisters seem almost unreal.

Bopha's gaze fell upon Sareum, who stood before her small and slender, her short bobbed black hair framing her youthful face. She wore an oversized black t-shirt that draped over her like a dress, giving the illusion that she wore nothing underneath. Her hair was adorned with a yellow bow, making her appear almost doll-like. Bopha's eyes then drifted to Sareum's legs. They were slender, almost delicate in appearance. How could such legs have the strength to render both her and Chaya unconscious?

It was a perplexing thought, one that gnawed at Bopha's pride. She had always seen herself as the stronger, more dominant one. Yet here she was, completely incapacitated, her autonomy stripped away by the very person she had underestimated.

Bopha seethed with anger. Positioned awkwardly on the floor, leaning against the front of a chair, she attempted to unleash her fury. She tried to scream at Sareum, her muffled voice filled with rage. In a desperate bid to confront her sister, she lunged forward, only to topple face-first onto the floor in a graceless heap. The sound of Sareum's giggle, light and mocking, filled the room. Sareum, still with that infuriating giggle, lifted Bopha back into her seated position against the couch, struggling to handle her immense weight. "Oh sis, just look at you," she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "Is there something you want to say to me?" The condescension in Sareum's voice was like a slap across Bopha's face. Fuming with anger, Bopha nodded vehemently, her eyes blazing with fury.

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