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WARNING: This story contains scenes of bondage, DID and some sexual content. If you are uncomfortable with any of the stated material, please do not continue. Thank you. All characters are depicted to be 18+

Mild spoilers for Volume 17 and 18 of SAO, AKA War of Underworld Part 2. If you want to go into the second half completely blind, I suggest not reading. But they are mild spoilers

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There she is…

The black haired girl turned the corner, walking straight towards me. She was wearing her winter school uniform; a red jacket over a white shirt and a brown waistcoat which pushed up her breasts, a red skirt that covered half her thighs, black tights and brown shoes. Two hair clips on either side of her head kept her hair out of her face. Over her shoulder was a dark blue school bag and a Kendo stick. This is the girl I had been waiting for.

This hunt was unlike any other I had experienced. True, I have assassinated hundreds of targets before, and gone to much greater lengths in order to find information on them, but this hunt…this was personal. This was all about the Black Swordsman.

I had considered many ways to get to him. I considered slowly tearing apart his life by a series of accidents, such as sabotaging his bike brakes so he ended in a near fatal crash. I considered trapping him in a room and watching him starve to death. But the one thing I knew he couldn’t stand is for others to be hurt in his place. It would make the pain sting forever.

The Flash was too difficult. She was from a rich family. Besides, the Black Swordsman never left her side for long enough for me to grab her without a home invasion. His other SAO Survivor friends were certainly easier to take, but the question was if he cared about them to where it would hurt him badly. That girl that Gabriel spoke off from GGO had top notch security on her place, and was out of town visiting family.

Then I found out about his sister. She went to a public school, often staying behind late due to Kendo practise. The Black Swordsman didn’t really accompany her anywhere, only on the rare occasion coming on his bike to pick her up. However, tonight, I knew he wouldn’t be able to thanks to a small oil issue I might’ve been responsible for. She had a weapon; her Kendo stick, but disarming her shouldn’t be a problem. Cold night, so not many people or cars out on the road. And my hiding spot was on a secluded street that had an alleyway where my car was parked ready.

She wouldn’t recognise me, so I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette as she approached me on the same side of the road. My heart was racing with excitement. This is why I love the hunt.

The girl looked at me with a blank look. The Black Swordsman obviously never told her about me then, as she would recoiled in fear. Instead, as she approached, she gave me a bright smile. I returned it, sucking in one last lungful of tobacco as she passed.

Then I struck.

My left arm wrapped around her torso, right underneath her rather sizable breasts, while my right hand clamped over her mouth. She yelped in surprise, her eyes widening with shock. After the initial moment had passed, she began struggling like a madman. The amount of strength she had was remarkable. For a second, I thought she might slip out of my grasp. But years of training had me prepared. I’ve taken down targets bigger than me and with double my strength.

I dragged her into the alleyway towards my car. She was attempting to bite down on my hand. Clever girl. Too bad that it soon came to an end as I struck a nerve in the back of her neck, making her go completely numb. I let her slump to the floor so I could open the boot of my car. Inside sat several coils of rope and some duct tape. I quickly went to work, binding her wrists behind her back and wrapping it around her ankles a few times before knotting it off. I tore off a strip of duct tape and removed my neck scarf and a handkerchief, stuffing her mouth with the silk cloth, sealing it in with the duct tape, and wrapping the neck scarf around her head. I lifted her up, placing her in the boot and shutting her in. I grabbed the stick and bag that had fallen to the ground in the struggle and put them on the back seats.

“That went smoothly.” I smiled to myself as I walked around the side of my car and got in the driver’s seat. I turned the key and slowly backed out the alleyway. No one was in sight as I drove off towards my house.

Not soon after I set off, I could hear thumping in the back. The girl wasn’t bothering to scream, which surprised me. Guess all that Kendo isn’t just to swing sticks around. It wouldn’t matter anyway. We were already out of the populated area of Tokyo and into the more suburban areas.
A few minutes later and I was parked outside a cosy little place. I reversed my car into the garage and got out, picking up a few zip ties that I had lying on a workbench. I opened the boot to see the girl lying there, eyes glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would’ve died on the spot.

I quickly secured her feet with one zip tie, as those ropes were looking a little loose, before picking her up bridal style. She refused to look me in the eye as I took her into the living room. I put her on a wooden chair that I had already reinforced with steel brackets. Undoing the ropes on her wrists, I threaded her arms through the gaps in the back of the chair and used two zip ties to secure them.

“Suguha Kirigaya, sister to the legendary Black Swordsman.” I slumped on the sofa, a cloud of dust rising as I did. She kept that glare up, but I could see a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Drink?” I tauntingly waved a bottle of whiskey in front of her. “Too young right? That’s a good girl.” I couldn’t help but mock her, considering the Black Swordsman robbed me of the opportunity by clearing Aincrad early. I took a swing of the whiskey before continuing. “You probably have no idea who I am. Doubt your brother ever told you of me.” She shook her head. “Well, that little Death Gun incident about two years back, the one XaXa pulled off masterfully, he was part of my exclusive little club of murderers.”

It must’ve hit her, because the panic started to set in. She finally started struggling against her bonds, small muffled cries coming from behind her gag. It was…delicious. It had been so long since I’ve had someone completely at my mercy, and scared to be at that.

“Don’t worry, you’re far more valuable to me alive than dead.” I got up and went over to the kitchen where a block of knives sat. I began sliding them out, one by one, seemingly to examine them. But I already knew my weapon of choice. “I won’t lie, this is going to be painful. But it’s going to hurt him far more than it’ll hurt you.” My fingers danced on the butcher’s knife. The excitement in my gut was building. I picked up the knife and walked over to her.

Tears were now running down her face. I stroked her chin as I walked past, hooking the neck scarf with my thumb and pulling it down. I ripped off the duct tape, her cry of pain being screamed into the handkerchief. She soon spat that out. “P-please…don’t…”

“That’s only going to make me want to do it more baby doll.” I lifted her chin so she was forced to look at me.

“D-don’t hurt Kazuto…please…” She was begging through her sobs of fear.

I smiled as I crouch down to her eye level. “You wouldn’t understand. I’m doing this to show him how much I love him. Unfortunately, if that means one little girl has to be hurt along the way, so be it.” I placed the sharp end of the knife on her thighs. “Now, the left or the right?”

Her cries turned into alarm, her struggles regaining strength boosted by fear. “Please! Stop!”

“I’m hearing right.” I hovered my knife over her right leg.

“No! Please!”

I pressed the button on my jacket and removed the knife, standing up straight. “I think that’s enough for today. I know that that will drive the Black Swordsman crazy.”

She looked up at me, stunned. “Wh-what?”

“I can’t hurt you. Well, not yet anyway.” I pulled the microphone out of my pocket. “I’m going to slowly drive him insane with the sound of your pleads and begs.” I leaned over her. “Now, either you’re going to be keeping this up, or you will be going back with some scars.”

She was still terrified, but the adrenaline from the instant shot of fear had worn off. She nodded, understanding.

“Good girl.” I patted her cheek, walking around the back of her. “Well, as we’ve got time…” I reached around and copped a feel of her breasts. She yelped in surprise. “Honestly, how do you high school girls develop so much?”

“Don’t touch me…” A hint of anger had been added her voice.

“Unfortunately for you baby, you’re not exactly in charge here.” I squeezed her breasts a bit more, before grabbing the handkerchief and pushing it in her mouth, securing it with the neck scarf. “Now get some rest. I’ve got a file to send to the Black Swordsman.”

Description
WARNING: This story contains scenes of bondage, DID and some sexual content. If you are uncomfortable with any of the stated material, please do not continue. Thank you. All characters are depicted to be 18+

Mild spoilers for Volume 17 and 18 of SAO, AKA War of Underworld Part 2. If you want to go into the second half completely blind, I suggest not reading. But they are mild spoilers

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There she is…

The black haired girl turned the corner, walking straight towards me. She was wearing her winter school uniform; a red jacket over a white shirt and a brown waistcoat which pushed up her breasts, a red skirt that covered half her thighs, black tights and brown shoes. Two hair clips on either side of her head kept her hair out of her face. Over her shoulder was a dark blue school bag and a Kendo stick. This is the girl I had been waiting for.

This hunt was unlike any other I had experienced. True, I have assassinated hundreds of targets before, and gone to much greater lengths in order to find information on them, but this hunt…this was personal. This was all about the Black Swordsman.

I had considered many ways to get to him. I considered slowly tearing apart his life by a series of accidents, such as sabotaging his bike brakes so he ended in a near fatal crash. I considered trapping him in a room and watching him starve to death. But the one thing I knew he couldn’t stand is for others to be hurt in his place. It would make the pain sting forever.

The Flash was too difficult. She was from a rich family. Besides, the Black Swordsman never left her side for long enough for me to grab her without a home invasion. His other SAO Survivor friends were certainly easier to take, but the question was if he cared about them to where it would hurt him badly. That girl that Gabriel spoke off from GGO had top notch security on her place, and was out of town visiting family.

Then I found out about his sister. She went to a public school, often staying behind late due to Kendo practise. The Black Swordsman didn’t really accompany her anywhere, only on the rare occasion coming on his bike to pick her up. However, tonight, I knew he wouldn’t be able to thanks to a small oil issue I might’ve been responsible for. She had a weapon; her Kendo stick, but disarming her shouldn’t be a problem. Cold night, so not many people or cars out on the road. And my hiding spot was on a secluded street that had an alleyway where my car was parked ready.

She wouldn’t recognise me, so I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette as she approached me on the same side of the road. My heart was racing with excitement. This is why I love the hunt.

The girl looked at me with a blank look. The Black Swordsman obviously never told her about me then, as she would recoiled in fear. Instead, as she approached, she gave me a bright smile. I returned it, sucking in one last lungful of tobacco as she passed.

Then I struck.

My left arm wrapped around her torso, right underneath her rather sizable breasts, while my right hand clamped over her mouth. She yelped in surprise, her eyes widening with shock. After the initial moment had passed, she began struggling like a madman. The amount of strength she had was remarkable. For a second, I thought she might slip out of my grasp. But years of training had me prepared. I’ve taken down targets bigger than me and with double my strength.

I dragged her into the alleyway towards my car. She was attempting to bite down on my hand. Clever girl. Too bad that it soon came to an end as I struck a nerve in the back of her neck, making her go completely numb. I let her slump to the floor so I could open the boot of my car. Inside sat several coils of rope and some duct tape. I quickly went to work, binding her wrists behind her back and wrapping it around her ankles a few times before knotting it off. I tore off a strip of duct tape and removed my neck scarf and a handkerchief, stuffing her mouth with the silk cloth, sealing it in with the duct tape, and wrapping the neck scarf around her head. I lifted her up, placing her in the boot and shutting her in. I grabbed the stick and bag that had fallen to the ground in the struggle and put them on the back seats.

“That went smoothly.” I smiled to myself as I walked around the side of my car and got in the driver’s seat. I turned the key and slowly backed out the alleyway. No one was in sight as I drove off towards my house.

Not soon after I set off, I could hear thumping in the back. The girl wasn’t bothering to scream, which surprised me. Guess all that Kendo isn’t just to swing sticks around. It wouldn’t matter anyway. We were already out of the populated area of Tokyo and into the more suburban areas.
A few minutes later and I was parked outside a cosy little place. I reversed my car into the garage and got out, picking up a few zip ties that I had lying on a workbench. I opened the boot to see the girl lying there, eyes glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would’ve died on the spot.

I quickly secured her feet with one zip tie, as those ropes were looking a little loose, before picking her up bridal style. She refused to look me in the eye as I took her into the living room. I put her on a wooden chair that I had already reinforced with steel brackets. Undoing the ropes on her wrists, I threaded her arms through the gaps in the back of the chair and used two zip ties to secure them.

“Suguha Kirigaya, sister to the legendary Black Swordsman.” I slumped on the sofa, a cloud of dust rising as I did. She kept that glare up, but I could see a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Drink?” I tauntingly waved a bottle of whiskey in front of her. “Too young right? That’s a good girl.” I couldn’t help but mock her, considering the Black Swordsman robbed me of the opportunity by clearing Aincrad early. I took a swing of the whiskey before continuing. “You probably have no idea who I am. Doubt your brother ever told you of me.” She shook her head. “Well, that little Death Gun incident about two years back, the one XaXa pulled off masterfully, he was part of my exclusive little club of murderers.”

It must’ve hit her, because the panic started to set in. She finally started struggling against her bonds, small muffled cries coming from behind her gag. It was…delicious. It had been so long since I’ve had someone completely at my mercy, and scared to be at that.

“Don’t worry, you’re far more valuable to me alive than dead.” I got up and went over to the kitchen where a block of knives sat. I began sliding them out, one by one, seemingly to examine them. But I already knew my weapon of choice. “I won’t lie, this is going to be painful. But it’s going to hurt him far more than it’ll hurt you.” My fingers danced on the butcher’s knife. The excitement in my gut was building. I picked up the knife and walked over to her.

Tears were now running down her face. I stroked her chin as I walked past, hooking the neck scarf with my thumb and pulling it down. I ripped off the duct tape, her cry of pain being screamed into the handkerchief. She soon spat that out. “P-please…don’t…”

“That’s only going to make me want to do it more baby doll.” I lifted her chin so she was forced to look at me.

“D-don’t hurt Kazuto…please…” She was begging through her sobs of fear.

I smiled as I crouch down to her eye level. “You wouldn’t understand. I’m doing this to show him how much I love him. Unfortunately, if that means one little girl has to be hurt along the way, so be it.” I placed the sharp end of the knife on her thighs. “Now, the left or the right?”

Her cries turned into alarm, her struggles regaining strength boosted by fear. “Please! Stop!”

“I’m hearing right.” I hovered my knife over her right leg.

“No! Please!”

I pressed the button on my jacket and removed the knife, standing up straight. “I think that’s enough for today. I know that that will drive the Black Swordsman crazy.”

She looked up at me, stunned. “Wh-what?”

“I can’t hurt you. Well, not yet anyway.” I pulled the microphone out of my pocket. “I’m going to slowly drive him insane with the sound of your pleads and begs.” I leaned over her. “Now, either you’re going to be keeping this up, or you will be going back with some scars.”

She was still terrified, but the adrenaline from the instant shot of fear had worn off. She nodded, understanding.

“Good girl.” I patted her cheek, walking around the back of her. “Well, as we’ve got time…” I reached around and copped a feel of her breasts. She yelped in surprise. “Honestly, how do you high school girls develop so much?”

“Don’t touch me…” A hint of anger had been added her voice.

“Unfortunately for you baby, you’re not exactly in charge here.” I squeezed her breasts a bit more, before grabbing the handkerchief and pushing it in her mouth, securing it with the neck scarf. “Now get some rest. I’ve got a file to send to the Black Swordsman.”