Junko Enoshima Gagged and bound

Junko Enoshima – Auction of Despair (Episode 1)

In the large hall of the abandoned school, the atmosphere was thick with tension and darkness. The echo of Junko Enoshima’s footsteps resonated off the walls.

Today was the day of her judgment — the student court had sentenced her to a punishment. Yet, Junko walked toward the punishment door with a carefree air, as if she were taking a leisurely stroll.

As she passed through the wide corridor, the dim light from ceiling lamps reflected off the old tiles, casting shadows that mirrored her mocking grin.

After a short walk, she arrived at her destination — a place resembling an auction hall. Tables and rails for displaying items were set up, and whispers and the sounds of the staff echoed throughout the room.

The staff appeared before her, holding a fantasy bunny girl outfit — a collar-style top and fancy fabric designed to be both sexy and flexible. They handed the outfit to Junko.

Junko smiled wryly, speaking in a calm tone that carried a chilling edge.

> “I don’t know what my execution is, but hurry it up. I can’t wait any longer~”

The staff chuckled softly before responding with a mysterious smile.

> “And who told you it’s an execution? Do you think what you’ve done… execution is enough?”

Junko’s expression faltered immediately. She asked with a tense voice:

> “Then… what exactly is my punishment?”

The staff fell silent for a moment before replying in a cold, calm voice:

> “Put on this outfit first. We’ll talk about that later…”

Junko smirked once more, feeling the tension and darkness around her, yet her heart was filled with excitement and amusement at her own despair.

She already knew that tonight… escaping this twisted fate wouldn’t be easy.

After donning the bunny girl outfit, the staff swiftly and firmly approached her from behind. They fastened a collar with a leash around her neck and tied her hands tightly behind her back, leaving her barely able to move her fingers.

Junko didn’t resist. Her face still wore a casual, mocking smile, though inside, a mix of excitement and fear churned.

The staff led her onto the stage in the center of the room. The spotlight reflected off her bunny outfit, making her stand out prominently.

Then, an announcement boomed:

> “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s special auction! The item up for auction… is Junko Enoshima!”

The words struck Junko like a thunderbolt. She gasped and protested immediately.

> “This… What!? Is this my punishment!? No, nooo!”

Junko struggled to resist, but the staff firmly controlled her. They tightened the bindings on her arms and legs and sealed her mouth with thick tape. Her muffled cries barely escaped.

Junko’s body was displayed in the center of the stage — hands tied behind her back, feet restrained, mouth sealed. She felt suffocated, pressured, and utterly hopeless. Every gaze fixed upon her made her heart race, yet she could do nothing but remain still.

Even amidst her fear, Junko tried to assess every movement of the staff and the positions of the ropes around her. She knew well that now… everything was in their hands, and tonight she truly was a “product up for auction.”

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"All characters are 18 years old or older."

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