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Junko Enoshima Gagged and bound (N)
🕑 Added 2025-10-24 02:52:47 +0000 UTCJunko Enoshima – Auction of Despair (Episode 2)
The auction stage was illuminated by only a few spotlights. Every gaze in the audience was fixed on Junko Enoshima. Her body was tightly bound — hands secured behind her back, ankles restrained, mouth sealed with thick tape. She couldn’t move or make a sound.
The staff stood by her side, carefully supervising. The tension of the ropes and leash pressed against her from every direction, but Junko’s eyes still scanned the stage, observing the participants and the staff’s movements.
A voice echoed from the microphone:
> “The auction begins! Tonight’s item up for auction… Junko Enoshima!”
The participants began raising their bids.
> “Five hundred thousand dollars!”
Junko nearly wanted to scream, but her muffled cries were silenced by the tape. Every attempt to protest or yell was blocked.
> “Six hundred thousand dollars!”
“Seven hundred thousand dollars!”
“One million dollars!”
Junko’s eyes flicked from bidder to bidder. She felt true despair. Each rising number emphasized that she could neither escape nor control the situation.
The staff adjusted the leash and the tightness of her bindings whenever she moved. Her wrists and ankles were tightened further, and every attempt to struggle caused sharp pain, almost stopping her breath.
The participants continued bidding:
> “Two million dollars!”
“Five million dollars!”
“Ten million dollars!”
Junko felt pressure from every direction — from the ropes, the staff, and the gazes of the audience, a constant reminder that tonight, there was no escape and no resistance.
Her heart pounded, yet she tried to assess every motion of the bidders and the staff, despite being restricted to barely any movement.
> “Twenty million dollars!”
The announcement of the price struck Junko like lightning. She knew now that everything was in the hands of the bidders, and she was merely a ‘product’ with no way out.
The room was thick with tension. The spotlights reflected off her bunny girl outfit, highlighting every slight movement. The staff kept a tight hold on her, their faint laughter adding to the darkness and despair of the atmosphere.
Junko sat on the stage, her hands, ankles, and mouth tightly bound. The feelings of despair, pressure, and suffocation completely consumed her. Every gaze, every dollar bid, was a reminder that tonight, she could not escape.
The bids continued echoing through the auction hall:
> “Thirty million dollars!”
“Forty million dollars!”
“Fifty million dollars!”
Junko Enoshima sat on the stage, wrists and ankles bound, mouth sealed with thick tape. Each announced number felt like a sharp stab to her heart. She wanted to scream, but every attempt was blocked by the ropes and leash restraining her.
Her eyes scanned the audience, noting their expressions and feeling the cold decisiveness of the auction winner. Despair overwhelmed her, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The staff adjusted her restraints every time she moved, causing her body to ache and feel even tighter.
> “Do you think you have a choice, Junko… Tonight, you belong to someone else.”
Junko struggled, but the ropes and leash were too tight. She began to sense the true depth of despair. Every gaze, every clap, every rising bid reinforced that tonight, there was no escape, and no one could save her.
When the bidding ended at fifty million dollars, the staff prepared to move her. They led Junko off the stage, her hands, ankles, and mouth still tightly bound, to the room where a crate awaited for the auction winner.
Junko looked around the room, filled with large wooden crates and the dark silhouettes of the staff. She felt a terror and despair deeper than execution itself. All hope was extinguished; her freedom had been completely taken away.
Her heart raced with fear. She had no idea what would happen next, but one thing was clear — she was no longer in control of herself. Everything was in the hands of the auction winner.
The darkness and despair enveloped Junko Enoshima, pressing upon her body and mind from all directions. The sense of being captured, of being auctioned, created a tension and fear far beyond any execution.
A large wooden crate was brought out in the storage room. The shadows of the staff loomed over Junko. Her hands, ankles, and mouth remained tightly bound. Every breath was filled with tension and fear.
> “This is your place… The auction winner is waiting.”
Junko moved, but it was useless. The ropes and tape were too tight to resist. She looked around, seeing only darkness and the shadows of the staff watching her. A sense of complete despair and being claimed by someone else fully consumed her mind.
The staff carefully placed her into the wooden crate. Every force through her bound body made her feel the tightness and pain surrounding her. Junko’s thoughts were filled with fear — she had no idea what the auction winner would do next, or where she would be taken.
The crate was closed slowly. A tiny sliver of light seeped through the seams, revealing her despairing eyes and tears beneath the tape over her mouth. She tried to move, but the restraints and confined space made every effort impossible.
In the darkness and silence, Junko realized that tonight was the end. All hope had been taken. She could not fight or escape. Everything was in the hands of the auction winner. The sense of having her freedom stolen, of despair, and of fear became the only things left in her heart.
The crate was lifted silently. Junko Enoshima was at her most hopeless and shadowed state. Excitement and fear covered every part of her body. She had no idea what fate awaited her next, but it was clear now… everything had been taken from her. This was the end of Junko Enoshima.
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