Devil Hunter Yohko H/Lemon Fan Fiction: Well Wrapped (Standard disclaimer: Devil Hunter Yohko and all distincitve characters and items therein are property of their creators/owners. This is not any sort of challenge to that ownership, so don't sue me: it's pointless anyway, as I happen to be nearly broke.) {Lemon disclaimer: this fanfic contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and related play/phenomena. If this offends you or you are legally ineligible to view such material, stop reading now!} Yohko and Asuza leaped from roof to roof in pursuit of the cat-monster they'd seen. "Yohko, I don't think I can keep up!" Asuza cried. Yohko grinned back at her protege. "Ganbatte, Asuza-chan!" [Ganbatte: 'Hang in there!'] [-chan: expression of affection, i.e. for a younger sibling] "We'll catch it soon!" Privately, Yohko wasn't so sure. she thought worriedly. Her musing was interrupted as the cat-thing flew backwards out of the alley it had dived into, obviously having been flung by the - rope? - wrapped around its ankle. It crashed into the roof and yowled, and as it tried to stand up the rope pulled taut, yanking its foot out from under it. It fell noisily. A young man leaped up onto the rooftop, his face shrouded in some kind of wrappings, like a mask. He yelled, "Now, Devil Hunter!" in a light British accent, and Yohko nodded. "Hai!" [Hai: yes] Leaping up high, she and Asuza came down on the thing's chest sword and spear first. Doubly impaled, the thing dissolved, revealing a terrified alley cat where the monster's head used to be. The binding on its ankle, which Yohko could now see was a cloth strip, fell to the ground and then whizzed back into the sleeve of the man's tight jumpsuit. Yohko's boy-hunting instincts came to the fore, assessing the male before her and returning the rating: {HUNK} Yohko thought, She raised her head to find that her potential mate had vanished. "WHAAH! Asuza, where'd he go!? I didn't get to.." "..Ask him on a date?" the young Devil Hunter (in training) asked, all innocence. "ASUZA!!" From her hiding place in the shadows, Ayako, Yohko's lookalike cousin and rival for the title of Devil Hunter, snorted in disgust. She frowned. She grinned. That night, Chiaki was talking to her granddaughter. "So, a cat-beast that became a cat when killed, eh? That implies it was a cat originally. And an Egyptian look, eh? Hmmm..." The old crone, the twin sister of Yohko's grandmother Madoka, paused in thought. "Ayako, it can only be the Eye of Bast. That is a powerful magical crystal that can change cats into monsters. It was originally enchanted by Bast, the egyptian goddess of felines. Probably some rich fool has brought it to Japan to show it off, never realizing the consequences. You must find the crystal and destroy it, Ayako!!" Chiaki almost shrieked. "Prove your superiority over Yohko once again!" Ayako nodded. Ayako thought smugly. The day after that, Ayako was standing in an alleyway, looking down at a mudpuddle with a set of tracks in it. They were evidently the monster's, and deep: it seemed that it had leapt down from several feet up into the puddle, leaving the imprints. she mused. Her face reddened as she looked up at a windowsill level with her head that sported several _large_ scratches. [Kuso: damn] She hopped up to the windowsill and looked at the frame. Sure enough, it had been damaged and recently repaired. It was only a moment's work for Ayako to cast a small spell of unlocking and open the window. she thought, impressed with herself once again. Ayako was so busy being impressed with her skills that she never noticed the small red light blinking on and off near the window she'd entered by. Ayako moved carefully down a third set of stairs. she thought. She came around the last curve and saw a door leading to a display room. A number of antiques of Egyptian origin were arranged around a central pillar with a large amber crystal atop it. The crystal had an 'eye' heiroglyph engraved upon it. "The Eye of Bast!" Ayako exclaimed. "I found the right place!" "Indeed you did, young lady," replied a man's voice with a light British accent. "And might I inquire your motives as to seeking out the Eye?" "I'm a Devil Hunter, and I'm here to destroy it!" Ayako cried, reciting her transformation phrase: "I hold no malice for those coerced into evil, but you devils who prey upon the hearts and minds of men, beware! Mamono Hunter Ayako, Tenzan!" [Mamono: Monster, Devil] [Tenzan: is here, has arrived] Ayako's school uniform shredded off her, and her Devil Hunter's short skirt and shoes appeared on her briefly nude body. The man reacted with a slight widening of his eyes as he pulled off his formal shirt and kicked off his loose slippers. Ayako's eyes widened as bandages -no, mummy wrappings- appeared by magic, wrapping around the man's wrists. "Hey, you're the one who helped Yohko out two days ago!" Ayako exclaimed. "Watching, were you?" was the rejoinder. For no good reason, Ayako blushed. The stranger continued, "Well, would you like to hear *why* I have the Eye of Bast here before trying to destroy my property?" Ayako nodded, not letting her guard down. "Well, my name is Michael Livston. I'm a distant relation of the famous archaeologist, Dr. Livingstone, who unearthed the tomb of King Tut. The distance of my relation meant nothing to the curse that fell on me, however. I was barely eighteen when I started to become a mummy. My body gradually started to dry up and wither, and these wrappings," he held up his wrists, "began to cover more and more of my body. My family money enabled me to hunt for a solution. One cure for the curse seemed beyond reach, but I bought the other: the Eye of Bast. It can transform felines horribly, yes, but Bast, like many feline deities, was very cunning, with the fabled ability to turn any curse into a blessing - and the Eye shares this property. And so you see me now, not withered, and with full command over the mystic wrappings that would have become my death shroud. I moved to this house because it had a sub-basement where I could store the Eye, so any feline would have to actually enter the house to come close enough to the Eye to be changed into a beast, and the alarms that told me of your entry would alert me to the departure of a monster, so I could go stop it. The rumours of lovely Devil Hunters in the area were a plus, of course." Ayako kept from flushing with an effort."But the cats still find their way to it to be transformed! It has to be destroyed!" She lashed out with her whip. "And leave me to wither and die? I think not." A wrapping lashed out in response, deflecting Ayako's whip away from the Eye. "It creates devils! You should get rid of it!" Whip, deflect. "It isn't doing any harm, I can keep the cats away and the monsters under control!" Whip, deflect. "You would've lost that last one if Yohko hadn't chased it back to you!" Whip, deflect. "You don't seem to be listening. Destroying that stone means I die! Leave it alone!" Whip, deflect. "You aren't sure of that!" Whip, deflect. "If you can't heed instructions, girl, perhaps I can teach you better!" Michael swung both arms in an overhand motion, and a veritable storm of wrappings flew at Ayako. She barely had time to yelp in surprise before they were all over her, feeling amazingly soft and silken depite their strength. She struggled, but was soon standing still and straight. She looked down at herself; she thought. One bandage had wrapped around her mouth and chin, covering them totally and keeping her quiet. A second had wrapped around her upper arms in a crisscross pattern, neatly framing her breasts. A third secured her wrists behind her back and wound once around her waist as well, keeping her hands where they were. A fourth had wrapped around her thighs, just above the knees. Finally, the fifth wrapping had snugged around her ankles, ensuring that her legs were pinned together top to bottom. A tiny part of Ayako's mind noted that she made a very fetching package. She firmly told it to shut up and looked back up at Michael. All five binding ribbons were attached to one of his wrists. As he noticed her looking up, he smoothly slid out five more from his other wrist and began to wave them about in a flowing motion. The white linen seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the basement, leaving trails of light even as the wrappings trailed his hand. Ayako watched, fascinated by the display. She noted to herself that the patterns were very soothing, relaxing even... and gradually her mind became a blank, and her eyes closed. a voice echoed from the blankness. "yes.." she distantly heard her voice reply. "yes..." "yes.. i will follow these instructions until you release me... i will take no actions that would allow me to leave this house.. i will take no actions that would let me communicate with someone outside this house.. i will not try to damage any of your property in any way.. i will not try to harm or coerce you in any way.. i will obey any instruction or request that you make of me politely.. i understand." "-up!" Ayako jumped as she realized she'd been in a trance state. She was still in the sub- subbasement, bound head to toe, but the wrappings were sliding off her legs even as she cleared her head. She glared at Michael over her linen gag. He nodded back. "Time for a test. Ayako, would you please kneel?" Ayako thought, the realization that she was, in fact, sinking to one knee derailed her train of thought. Michael smiled. "Good!" he stated jovially. "Then there's no need for these anymore." All the wrappings slid off of her, the feeling making her shiver. "A gentleman should never restrain a lady unless she poses a threat to him or his." "I'll show you a threat, you.." she growled, running at him, but she suddenly didn't have the heart to finish her punch. Her charge faltered to an embarrassing halt right in front of him. He stared down at her sternly. "Now, Ayako, you will be a houseguest of mine, but I lack the money to house you for free. I will treat you as a perfect gentleman, but you will be a maidservant until you learn a little civility and humility. Someone has been greivously slack in your upbringing, young lady." She stared up at him, shocked. "You don't honestly expect me to -" He cut in. "Would you follow me upstairs, please?" Ayako never missed a beat. "- actually be some English maid and wear those ridiculous frilly skirts, do you?! I'll never-" she stopped in midsentence as she realized that, once again, she was doing as he told her without thinking. The realization that she was really totally at this man's mercy began to sink in, and, still following him, she began to cry. Michael led her up to the second floor, though he put an arm around her shoulder as her tears began to flow in earnest. He guided her into a plush bedroom and sat her on the bed, letting her cry into his chest until the storm of sobs wound down to the occasional sniff. Realizing where she was, she pushed away from him. "Get your hands off of me! What happened to your 'gentlemanly behaviour!?'" Michael shrugged. "It would have been unkind to just walk off and leave you unless you asked to be alone. You didn't, so I assumed you didn't mind." Ayako couldn't really come up with a good rejoinder to that, so she let it go. "So what now?" "Well, this will be your room -" "THIS!? I thought this was your bedroom!" Ayako gestured to the plush surroundings, the rich decorations, the... ...frilly bedcover, the dresses and skirts in the closet, and faded into another blush. Michael coughed, evidently fighting off a chuckle. "Well, anyway, you've had quite a day, so why don't you make yourself at home," and he gestured around the room, "and please, get some rest if you need it.I'll be here tomorrow morning to instruct you in your duties about the household. Until then, good day." She sat stock-still until he left, then got up and explored the room. One side of her was disgusted and discouraged - there was a window and a phone, but Michael's hypnotic suggestions made it impossible for her to use either one. She couldn't escape or call for help. Another side of her was absolutely thrilled - her life had been all training with Grandma Chiaki, up in the mountains where she had frequently even had to hunt her own dinner. Here, there were so many luxuries it was hard to decide what to try first.The closet was full of clothes: granted, not many of them would fit her (She noted with some dismay that the aforementioned maid's uniform probably *would* fit...) but they were so luxurious! The underwear in the drawers was so skimpy... Ayako thought. She noticed a set of scarlet bra and panties that were very close to the shade of Yohko's Devil Hunter uniform. The door off to one side of the room led into a small bathroom and shower. One look in the mirror reminded her of how poor her tear-streaked face looked, so she undressed and stepped into the shower. As she looked the stall over, she noticed that the bottom could serve as a full-length bathtub, and there were more than just two dials on the wall faucet. Looking up to the ceiling, she saw several rings set into it. Ayako thought. Reaching up to one, she set two fingers through one metal loop and pulled. It didn't come loose even when she hung her full weight from it, but she still had no idea of their purpose. Shrugging, she freed her hand and went over to the faucet. Two of the dials were marked with the familiar 'H' and 'C' for hot and cold water, and one between them had two positions, marked 'tub' and 'show'. Ayako mused. She absently closed the door behind her, shutting the stall away from the outside world, as she looked at the last dial, which had numbers around its edge: '5', '10', '15', '20', '25', and '30'. Curious, she turned it to '5', and waited. A mild hissing sound came from several small vents at the corners of the tub, causing Ayako to spin in alarm. After a moment of panic, she reasoned that no one would put boobytraps in the shower, and calmed down. she mused, breaking off her thought when she saw wisps of whitish mist rising from the vents. Realizing that the temperature was noticeably higher than before, she reasoned, The temperature continued to rise until it was as hot as would still be pleasant, and Ayako sighed as she felt her body unknotting under the heat. The steam filled the stall now, and as Ayako laid back in the tub, she sighed as a waft of scent drifted by her nose. She smiled a bit for the decadence of it all. She was mildly disappointed when the vents clicked shut, but reasoned that the numbers had been time, measured in minutes. She glanced to the side, and the door of the stall, and was mildly amused. She gave a small smile. She turned to the compartment in the wall where the soap dish would be in the normal shower and slid the door open, gasping as she saw the array of soaps, scents, and hair care products inside, then set about the serious (but suddenly much more fun) business of getting clean. Some time later, she wandered out of the bathroom, quite relaxed, quite clean, and 'smelling pleasantly of girl', as she'd read it in one of Yohko's favorite romance novels. She looked around her room, but it was empty. The only sign of another's presence, now or previously, was the set of nightclothes laid neatly before her pillow. Ayako thought as she slipped into the silken clothes. She wasn't quite sure how she felt as she drifted off to sleep. Relieved, certainly; reassured, of course, from the evidence of his 'gentlemanly' behaviour; and was that a tinge of...disappointment? Sleep claimed Ayako before she could be sure, even to herself. The next morning was considerably less fun, at least for Ayako. Michael got her up at dawn, which was nothing unusual for Ayako, but then he made her ("please...") get into the frilly maid's outfit and then had her cooking breakfast, which was almost a comedy of errors as she tried to cope with the fancy cooking gear and all the complex recipies.She'd complained loudly that nothing in training for a Devil Hunter's lifestyle had prepared her for this, but Michael had only laughed and said they'd both be eating the result, so she'd better learn fast! Somewhat to her own surprise, Ayako enjoyed the taste of her culinary efforts, and Michael had commented that "For a first time, that was excellent! Well done, Ayako!" Much to her own embarrassment, she blushed at the praise. Of course, she cussed him out rather thouroughly during her next task, which was cleaning up after her efforts in the kitchen. Sore in new and interesting ways, she was put to work dusting the house, which she gathered from spying on her cousin was one of Yohko's regular chores. Ayako mused as she rubbed a sore muscle. Next on Michael's list was doing the laundry, including her clothes: that is, the outfits from her room that would fit her, regardless of their use. She ended up with a crimson blush while washing the lingerie, leading Michael to laugh and Ayako to joke about not seeing _his_ underwear in these loads. "What? My boxer shorts are right there!" he'd replied, pointing to the basket next in line for washing. "Yes, but that's missing one kind of your underwear," Ayako commented slyly. Michael looked confused until Ayako continued, "There's not one linen ribbon in there!" causing a dumbfounded expression to flash across his face, followed by merry laughter so infectious that Ayako joined in. (Of course, it _had_ been her joke...) Ayako reflected, 'This' was being a 'bath attendant', as Michael had put it. Michael was in the shower, and periodically asking for various items on the shelves outside. She had to get them and hand them to him, which was made more difficult by the fact that she refused to look at him. She fumbled Michael's latest request - a clean cloth -to him, missing his extended hand twice and finally getting him to poke his head out of the cloud of steam. "What's the problem - oh." He chuckled quietly. "I'm a gentleman, but I'm not that shy about my body, Ayako-san." [-San; formal expression of respect, like 'sir', Mr., or Ms./Mz.] Ayako fumed. "I'm not doing this to spare your feelings!" Michael shrugged. "As you say. Still, please look if you want to: I don't mind." Ayako jerked in shock as her head started to come around to gaze upon Michael: she fought back, then as she realized she was losing, blinked furiously to tear up her vision. She had to stop a moment later as her subconscious figured out what she was up to. Furious and humiliated, she looked through the cloud of steam at her keeper. "AARRGH!" In response to her yell, he jerked half-out of the shower. "What? Are you hurt? What happened?" In reply, she could only scream, "YOU MADE ME LOOK AT YOU!!!" His face showed comprehension as she sobbed, "So much for being a gentleman..." He reached out and took her by the chin with one damp hand. "Ayako-san, I made sure to phrase that request *very* precisely. Do you remember what I said?" "Y-you told me to look at you..." "No, Ayako-san. I told you to look *if* *you* *wanted* *to.*" Her face snapped up to look him in the eye. "THAT'S A LIE! I don't want you at all! I- I don't even want to look..." her voice trailed off as she realized that despite her anger, she _had_ wanted to look at him. she thought. Michael sighed. "Well, I had no idea you'd get this upset about it. You're relieved of duty for tonight, Ayako: go get some rest." As she trudged out through the door, she noticed something. her thought broke off as she came to a realization. she thought. She paused, impressed by his self-control. Most men, she knew, would be very hard put to it to resist that sort of temptation. Of course, Michael was obviously not 'most men.' Ayako went to sleep that night still thinking about the matter. Several days later, Michael called her over when she finished her dusting. "Ayako, for the past few days, I've been seeing things that I _need_ to know I'm interpreting correctly. You've been flashing underwear, coming out of the shower without a look around or a warning, and I've seen you from the corner of my eye in very - saucy - poses. Are you flirting with me?" Ayako suppressed a chuckle. Aloud, she replied, "Why, Michael-san, I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about!" Even as she said this, she turned to give him a lidded look over her shoulder. He shifted a bit, obviously moving his - midsection - into a more comfortable position. "Ayako, you're doing it again. Are you honestly unaware of your actions, or of their affect on me?" Now Ayako turned again to face him directly, giving him a wide-eyed innocent stare. "Affect on you? Why, Michael-san, I don't know what you could mean!" She was gratified to note his second change of position in as many sentences. Then she drew back a bit as he narrowed his eyes. "All right, you little minx, we'll do this the hard way. *Please* tell me the truth - the whole truth - about your actions of the last few days." Ayako, horrified, listened to herself spilling the beans: her noting several days ago of his physical attraction to her: Her decision the next morning to flirt with him in the effort to get herself a little revenge via his uptight behaviour: and even the motivation that she'd barely admitted to herself, the tiny hope that she might wear down his resolve and get him to take her. Michael stood like stone through the entire confession, then nodded. He bent down to look at her eye-to-eye. She flushed and turned away, but he cupped her chin in one hand and gently turned her to face him again. "Ayako-chan, I will not compel an answer from you this time. I am willing - do you want me to do this? And if so, how?" She flushed so red she was sure her face was about to catch on fire. "I-" She paused a moment to consider. When she did answer, the reply seemed to flow up from the deepest part of her. "Yes, I do want you. I want you to take me in the literal sense: to still be gentle and caring, but to give me pleasure while I'm helpless to prevent it. I've had this fantasy running through the back of my mind ever since the first night here, when you had me absolutely helpless but treated me kindly and with respect. Please, could we do this?" Now it was Michael's turn to pause. His answer, when it came, sent shivers down her spine and turned her legs to water. "Yes. Most certainly. Let's go to your shower." As he led the way to her room, anticipation and just a tinge of fear set her every nerve tingling. What was going to happen? What was he going to do to her? And how would it feel? The knowledge that she'd passed a point of no return was foremost in her mind: at least for this one time, she'd given her permission - indeed, asked for it! She knew nothing of whatever limits he might set himself - and her - tonight, and the thrill of exploring unknown territory was strong. After what seemed an eternity of walking, they entered her bathroom. Michael turned around and asked her, "Ayako-chan, please remove your shirt." For once the compulsion didn't have the chance to kick in, as she wriggled out of her shirt with alacrity, revealing the bra she'd seen in her room on her first night here, the one in Devil Hunter red. Michael smiled knowingly, and caressed her cheek as he continued. "Now your skirt, please." Again Ayako skinned out of the garment with alacrity. The knowing grin returned to his face as the panties were revealed - the set matching the bra, Devil Hunter red in naughty sheer silk. He laughed. "You little minx! You were planning on this, weren't you?" She smiled demurely. "Who? Me?" He gave her a mock glare and shucked his shirt, then porduced the linen ribbons from his wrists and entwined her hands with them. The ribbon ends twined downward and fastened a tie between her hands, now bound in front of her, and her ankles. Apparently assured that Ayako was unable to move, Michael turned to the shower stall and fiddled with the dials, causing the vents to hiss out steam moments later. He turned back to her, the tie between her ankles coming undone as he did, and pulled on the ribbons, drawing Ayako into the steam with him. He closed the door, and the steam thickened rapidly. Soon Ayako could barely see Michael's outline two feet from her. She started as the wrappings around her hands shifted, drawing her arms farther apart, then down to her sides. More ribbons slipped sinuously around her, pinning her arms to her sides and wrapping around her torso in a neat crisscross pattern. Finally, the ends all twined together and slipped up to one of the metal loops in the ceiling, tugging her upward and off her feet to dangle in midair, adrift in the scented steam. Ayako thought in a daze. The warmth, her mild anxiety, and her excited state were getting to her, and her mind seemed to be stuck in syrup. She was hung in midair, or perhaps midsteam, her arms pinned to her sides and her weight distributed among the bindings so none of them cut off circulation. Michael stepped out of the steam, giving an experimental tug on the loop, as if to be sure it would hold, and Ayako's slowed thoughts seized a single realization. "Ttthat's what the loops are for!" she explained, her tongue taking a moment to get into gear. "You can hang people from them!" Michael nodded, even as he began to caress her exposed skin and toy with her lingerie. "I had a fiancee who liked this sort of thing, and I never took the rings down after she left. My way of hoping she'd come back, of course. She never did: she came upon a cat just as it was changing. I don't blame her for being scared." His face was serious, but he never stopped tantalizing her with his touch. His fingers were everywhere: Now on her arm, now her leg, now loosening her bra, now stroking her hair, now tugging her panties down to her knees, now unclasping her bra and letting it dangle, now holding her head in place for a kiss, long and deep: it was both wonderful and maddening. Michael never stayed in a sensitive area long: just enough to build her feelings that little bit higher. Ayako gave up on coherent thought and just let herself feel. Her bra and panties out of the way, he teased her breasts and ruffled her pubic hair: she jerked at the contact, then wriggled in her suspension with a wordless moan. Michael stopped almost at once, giving her bush one last caress, then danced his fingers up and down her helpless arms. She bucked, wanting more, and wrapped her legs around his waist (noting dimly as she did that she was hung so their hips were the same height.) "Ah-ah-ah," Michael stated, and more ribbons snaked around each leg, pulling them off of him, then down to hang spread out below her. The ribbons wrapped each ankle separately, then threaded around each other between her legs again and again, until they were tightened into a rigid bar holding her ankles about two feet apart. She wriggled, but until her legs were firmly restrained, the ribbons were all that touched her. Finally, the teasing started again, and she groaned. Michael looked up at her, but seeing no signs of distress, went back to hs work. The roving fingers made her feelings mount a peak once again, then suddenly stopped. Ayako barely had time to gasp in protest before he began again, this time in earnest. One hand fluttered around her pubic hair again, showing no signs of a quick departure this time. The other hand began to roam around her right breast in circular motions, working ever nearer to the nipple, which was almost standing at attention. Then his head was there, down at her left breast, sucking on the nipple like a baby after milk, but running his tongue around it and over it like no baby ever born. The mass of pleasure he'd built up so craftily now thundered down on her in an avalanche like a snowpack coming down a mountainside. His hand left her pubic hair and began roaming at high speed over her stomach, thighs, arms... And then he entered her, and the outside world faded to irrelevance. He used her suspension to aid his effort, bouncing her against him like a swing, and she threw her head back and let out a strangled squeal of ecstasy as she came. Everything faded to white... ...And when it was normal again, she was seated on the bathtub floor, Michael in front of her, looking at her warmly. She noted wryly that her arms were pinned behind her now, she thought. He _was_ grinning very broadly. Suddenly another thought struck her and she gasped. "You didn't use a condom!" she cried accusingly. His grin changed from smug to ruefully reassuring. "With good reason, my dear. *That* was the first part of me to begin withering, and by the time I aquired the Eye it was too late for that part of me. I couldn't sire children on a bet. As for disease, I have several methods of magical divination. It seems we're both clean - I made sure of that the first time I suspected you of flirting with me." She sighed in relief. "Well then, thank you. That was wonderful-" "Don't thank me yet, Ayako-chan, we're not done." She looked at him, astonished. "Nani!?" [Nani: what] He grinned as he pulled her to her feet. "Well, first I'm going to wash you off, then we're going to your bedroom for another - ah - 'experience.' I haven't shown you everything I can do yet." Ayako grinned - ruefully or in anticipation, she wasn't quite sure. she thought. Michael stood her up and undid the ribbons from her arms, but immediately fastened two onto her wrists and attached them to the rings on opposite sides of the ceiling, leaving her stretched out like a letter 'Y'. He turned on the water, making sure of the temperature before switching on the shower head. He'd stripped completely during her blank period, and the water ran warm over both of them. Her bra and panties were gone too, and she could only stand there and let him wash her down. She squirmed a bit as he used a cloth under her arms, and he smiled as if noting something for later. He used an extremely light touch as he washed her body and hair, carefully undoing her Yohko-ish pigtails to let her hair cascade down her back. She was once again tingling all over her body as he rinsed her off and dried her with a hair dryer. When he led her back out to her room, she was wondering with some apprehension what was coming next. she mused worriedly. She bit her lip in anticipation as he led her over to her bed and laid her across it in a spread-eagled position. Next, his white ribbons came forth, slinked around the bed's four posts, then reached out to her extended limbs, tying around each one and pulling tight. A fifth ribbon wrapped around the entire bed twice, pinning her midsection down. She looked at Michael quizzically. "I can't move at all, except for my fingers and toes! What now?" Michael grinned down at her. "Did you know the hormonal reactions to tickling and arousal are nearly identical?" She looked back up, worried. "Meaning...?" His grin got very wide indeed. "Meaning tickling makes _very_ effective foreplay." Her eyes became the size of soup bowls as his meaning became clear, but before she could speak a word of protest, he started work, using not only his fingers but the ends of two linen ribbons as well. "Michael, don'- Oh! Hmmp-hee-hee - St-stop i- iii hahaha-" she bit her lip. This was only partially successful at stopping the laughter. "Hmmm hmmp mmhee hee ha oh STOP it ah- haha- gmmpheeheehee- no MORE I can't AH ah ha ha hee-hee-" Finally unable to try to speak, she simply writhed in her bondage as the gales and gales of laughter poured out of her mouth. Some part of her mind that seemed to be immune to the tickling noticed that while he was tickling sensitive spots, like her arms and feet, he was staying away from the erogenous zones. Her breasts, crotch, and inner thighs were getting away scot-free, which struck her addled mind as somehow unfair. Suddenly, the tickling changed all at once to an all-out assault on her libido, the ribbons attending to her breasts by wrapping around them and erecting the nipples with feather-light caresses, while his hands and mouth attacked her clitoris and thighs, fingers caressing the legs while his tongue dove into her labia, licking at her clitoris. It was so sudden that she went directly from laughter to a scream of orgasm as her juices flowed down to his delightfully dancing tongue: "Ah-hahahahahaOH-MY-GO-OOODD!!" Once again the world went white as her feeling drove her over the brink of consciousness. When she came to, she was lying on the bed, all sweaty but cleaner down below, as Michael was using a cloth from the bathroom to wipe her clean. He smiled as she lazily lifted her head. "Good, you're awake. One more and we're done for the night - or until the next time you ask, anyway." She barely had the strength to lift her head. "One *more?!*" she asked. He nodded. "Yes, one more. Don't worry, we can do it right here, you don't have to move or anything." She sank back onto the bed. "Good, because I don't think I can move. Are you _sure_ about this?" He smiled back. "Yes - this one ought to impress you as well as send you to bed for the night. I'll give you a few minutes to catch your breath." Ayako closed her eyes upon hearing this. she thought. Her first warning was the ribbons sliding around and around each leg. She raised her head to look down and saw that her legs were already individually wrapped up, the white linen completely covering her skin. The magical cloth carefully skirted her crotch, leaving it exposed, but continued up her torso, covering the rest of it totally as well. At her shoulders, the ribbons paused, two working their way down each arm while one curled around her neck - *very* gently - and then her head, pinning her mouth shut and even wrapping over her scalp, but leaving her eyes and nose exposed. Finally, she looked like she was a full-body burn victim in gauze, each limb (and her body) outlined in shocking white. Not yet done, the ribbons tugged on her hands, pulling them up to rest atop each of her breasts, then wove around the lot, pinning them there. Likewise, her individually wrapped legs were pulled together and then tied together. Ayako was wrapped up like - well, like a mummy. Unable to speak, she asked it with her eyes: {Well, what now?} Evidently familiar with her look, Michael grinned _very_ smugly as he sat down beside her prone and helpless body. "I need to concentrate for this. Hmm..." One more ribbon snaked out from his wrist, twisting into a spiral at the end and ever-so-slowly working its way inside her, coming to a halt beside her clitoris from the feel of it. "You see," he continued, "Because of the Eye of Bast, I have complete control over each ribbon - they're like parts of my body. I can move each one individually-" One of the bands around her quivered, sending a tingle through her body, "or all of them at once." Ayako thought about this for a moment, then realized, [Megamisama: My Goddess. Also a pun on another anime series.] As her pupils dilated in shock, Michael's grin widened. "Ah, I see you get it. In brief, that means I can make you feel something you've never felt before." He wasn't kidding. Ayako, to her great frustration, couldn't remember much of it clearly when she woke up - the next afternoon. The sensation had been weird, but incredible, like fingers and cloth and powderpuffs and feathers all at once over every inch of her body, while the curled-up ribbon inside of her actually wound itself _around_ her clitoris and began to treat it similarly. Her wrapped-up hands were made to move atop her breasts where they were pinned, and the wrappings over her breasts themselves also moved for a combined affect. Ayako's memories went foggy at that point. she stretched, then winced at the twinges in her muscles - Putting on a normal set of clothes, as opposed to that _awful_ maid's outfit, Ayako headed downstairs to find Michael and thank him for last night. She prowled through the entire lower floor, but found no Michael. she thought. Acting on a sudden suspicion, she headed for the basement, and on to the sub-subbasement where the Eye of Bast was stored. The noises of conflict drifted up from below, causing Ayako to curse her lack of her whip. she fumed. She stopped dead. There before her was her nemesis, Yohko, in furious battle with Michael. The Englishman was hampered by the fact that Asuza the First was firmly trussed up in the ribbons leading from his left hand, leaving him only one arm with which to fend off the angry Devil Hunter. Finally, Yohko slashed her way through his ribbons and knocked him aside, leaping at the Eye of Bast. Michael lashed a ribbon across the room and used it to pull himself overtop of the Eye as Yohko began her downward swing, and time seemed to come to a halt for Ayako. <> So quickly she hardly registered it, she was across the room and between Yohko's sword and Michael. She screamed, "YOHKO, DON'T!!" as the world resumed normal speed. Yohko, shocked, tried to stop herself but didn't entirely succeed: the tip of the Soulsword was buried in Ayako's shoulder, and blood was leaking out. "Ayako!" Yohko breathed, turning white in shock. "I almost killed you! Why'd you _do_ that!?" She was momentarily at a loss to answer her cousin's question. "I," she faltered, then was distracted. Michael's wrappings were dissolving to dust! "Michael," she quavered, "W-what's happening to you?" Michael stared at the disintegrating linen in something like awe, then gave Ayako a similar look. "The love of a good woman," he breathed. Ayako (not to mention Yohko and Asuza) was now really confused. "Nani?!" the three chorused. Michael smiled back at them. "I told Ayako before, there were two ways to cure my curse. The first and easiest was the Eye of Bast, but the second, the way to be truly *rid* of the curse, was to have the love of a good woman. Obviously, that's something money couldn't buy for me, so I got used to thinking about the Eye of Bast as my sole salvation." It was a few seconds before Yohko got it, then turned to her cousin. "Ayako-san, you _love_ him?" Ayako flushed deep red, unable to dodge the question properly. "Ahh.. Yes, I guess so.. I mean, I didn't think of it that way but if that's the only reason his curse would be off, it must be true." Michael's smile was so wide it -had- to hurt, and it was the picture of a romantic finale... ...until Yohko wailed. "Waahh! Ayako, I saw him first! Are you stealing my boyfriends again?!" Ayako's flush went from 'really embarassed' to 'hopping mad' in a split second. "What?! Why, you incompetent excuse for a Devil Hunter! I was watching that night, I saw him the same time you did! If I had my whip here, I'd teach you a lesson!" Yohko responded in kind. "Nuisance! Sneaky, boyfriend-stealing-" "DON'T go _there_..." "-Devil Hunter *wannabe!*" Michael and Asuza stood across the room, sweatdrops slowly growing on the backs of their heads. He turned to her. "Are they always like this?" Asuza shook her head. "No. Most of the time they fight physically. Well, except when they need to work together. Then they let their real feeling show, and they're best of friends." "Oh," Michael replied, relieved. The two continued to watch as the Devil Hunters' shouting escalated, finally sticking their tongues out at each other and turning back-to-back. He commented, "You'd think they were sisters." Unluckily for Michael, he'd said that just as a silence fell between the cousins. Both turned toward Michael with a glare. "HEY!" they chorused. he thought.... END