Anal abuse of a human wife (1)

Series 01: Anal Abuse of a Wife

Article Provided By: Shichidoshita

Chapter 1: Gang Rape of a Young Wife

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Emi’s heart leapt like a young girl’s.

Her husband, an engineer in the steelmaking company, had been ordered to assist in the development of technology in the middle countries, and had been single and gone to the center of Africa for two whole years. Now that she could see her husband immediately, she couldn’t help but feel happy at the thought of him.

There are now more than 50 Japanese working there with their husbands, and the company has finally agreed to allow family reunions.

The jetliner was very comfortable and the kids, who had been making a lot of noise, started to sleep.

The original full cabin had seen empty seats since crossing Bangkok, and after a group of travelers came up on the Bangkok Dinh plane, there were only two men.

In the middle of the night everyone had dimmed their lights and most of the travelers had gone to bed.

Emi was so filled with the joy of seeing her husband that she couldn’t sleep, except for the uneasiness of not having a few Nikki people on the plane.

“Excuse me, where to?” Suddenly hearing a man’s voice, Emi looked back.

Probably one of the two men who came up midway through, a very chubby figure flashed a smile.

“I’m sorry, I felt uneasy when I saw that there weren’t many Japanese, and I couldn’t help but want to say hello to you.”

The man made a motion of laughing on one side and scratching his head on the other.

“I’m going to central Africa because it’s the first time I’m going to a foreign country… and I feel uneasy.” Emi gave an amiable smile.

“May I sit next to you? My name is Ishiguro.” Ishiguro said and sat down next to Emisuzu.

“Is it a man?”

“No, the child came with me, we are going to my husband’s place.” Emi showed an excited expression.

“Oh! So it’s been a few years since I’ve seen your husband, has it? Hee hee hee hee, must be impossible to bear.”

Emi looked at Ishiguro with a surprised expression.

“I mean, with a body like that and a husband away, you must not be able to work out your libido. I see you have a very beautiful ass, let me solve your sexual desire for you!” Ishiguro’s tone completely changed, and a lustful shine appeared in his eyes.

Emi’s face changed drastically.

“What did you say… um…” Before she could finish her sentence, Ishiguro’s accomplice, who had sneaked up behind her at some point, gagged her with his hand. When Emi tried to pull away, her hand was grabbed instead.

“Don’t tell her to yell out. Kawabe! You hold her tight.”

“Umm…”

(Help…)

Emi screamed desperately, but her mouth was pressed tightly by the man called Kawabe, and only a slight hum came out of her mouth.

Never dreaming of being attacked by a mob in such a place, Emi felt particularly alarmed.

“Do it as soon as possible.” Ishiguro’s body was obese, but he moved with unexpected agility, riding on Emi’s lap.

“Umm…” The desperate struggle to push the man’s thighs away from his body instead created sensuality in Ishiguro.

Sharp daggers appeared in Ishiguro’s hands, the blades pressed against Emi’s neck, the cold metallic feeling causing Emi’s whole body to cower.

“If you move, you’ll have to use this thing.” Ishiguro’s threatening tone caused Emi to feel a sense of despair.

Ishiguro held the dagger in one hand and unbuttoned Emi’s last button with the other.

“Umm…” Emi tilted her head up and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her bra.

The dagger entered between the inner bowl cover, the bra immediately split in half, and the mature woman’s breasts were immediately exposed.

There was something indescribably lovely about breasts that quivered in humiliation. With the daggers on her nipples to control Emi’s resistance, Ishiguro lifted her ass slightly again and reached up to pull her skirt upwards on.

“Umm…” As if hearing Emi’s grunts made him feel good, Ishiguro pushed his hand harder and pulled the skirt up to his waist, revealing the white panties underneath through the sheer pantyhose.

“Yeah., these panties are so cute A.!” Ishiguro let out a grim smile as the tip of the knife slid along the edge of the panties, pulling them up along with the pantyhose and cutting them with the dagger, turning the bra and panties into a piece of cloth that fell to the floor.

“Umm… Umm…” The fear of being raped outweighed the shame, and Emi’s limbs struggled desperately.

“It’s just as I thought, she’s got a great body.” Ishiguro’s eyes were fixed on the shiny black pubic hair at the base of her plump thighs.

“Ishiguro, don’t just watch, do it faster! The air hostess will be making her rounds in another thirty minutes.”

Kawabe, who was controlling Emi’s mouth and head with both hands, smirked from behind.

The movement of writhing plump flesh desperately grimacing instead caused Ishiguro to develop a strong desire.

“This woman is quite spirited, and it’s rare to meet a woman worth fucking like this.”

“Umm… Umm…”

Ishiguro’s hand pulled one of Emi’s legs out from under his own ass, and as he picked it up and lifted it over his shoulder, Emi began to shake his body plumply.

(Rape… Help…) Emi’s body was rocking back and forth.

That’s when Ishiguro lifted the other leg and immediately plunged in. There was no foreplay or caressing.

“Umm… ah…” Emi let out an even louder grunt as she began to twitch from her thighs to her ass.

(Ah… Husband… Forgive me…) The image of her husband appeared in Emi’s mind.

For the past two years, I had only thought of my dear husband every day, and I had not committed a single act of misconduct. Unexpectedly, just when I was about to meet my husband…

As if sensing Emi’s feelings, Ishiguro thrusts even more brutally. Controlling Emi’s legs with her arms, Ishiguro’s hands caressed her breasts, rubbing them roughly.

The bent body was still writhing, the legs carried by Ishiguro kicking in the air, but to no avail.

“Umm…”

(Ah… Come and help me, don’t do this…)

Emi felt her faculties begin to itch from Ishiguro’s violent movements, adding to the wretched feeling that it had been two years since she had seen her husband, and as if trying to make up for that two year gap, her flesh reacted on its own, despite her will.

(How could this happen? Don’t…)

Emi’s resistance quickly waned.

“It’s been a while since I’ve fucked a Japanese woman, and it’s still the best.” Ishiguro was surprised to see the sensitive reaction of Emi’s flesh. Because it was as if the mucous membrane in the woman’s fleshy hole was trying to suck his cock deeper.

“Excellent. This kind of woman is so rare.” As if he couldn’t resist from behind, Kawabe pressed his mouth against Emi’s neck.

“Because of the long time away from her husband, she reacted really violently. It’s no wonder, she has such a good body.”

Ishiguro whispered this in Emi’s ear while pushing harder in his thrusting motion.

Emi threw back her hair and grunted as Ishiguro moved as if he were a track runner’s final sprint.

(Ah… by such a man… I’m so ashamed…)

Emi, who had already been pushed to such a state, let out a sexy grunt and fell into the sensual quagmire.

The feeling of something very hard entering deeply reminded Emi of her husband two years ago.

On that night, as if her husband couldn’t leave Jiang Mei, he demanded very fiercely, and Jiang Mei just recalled it with an itch in her body, never forgetting that night in the past two years. But now being raped by two thugs in this in, the itch produced in the depths of the same as that night, and even more than ever.

Just because you haven’t had sex with your husband for two years, does your body react in such a sensitive way? …Emi was saddened by her body’s instincts.

When the men had violated twice each and it was all over, Emi looked at the roof of the cabin with empty eyes as if she had lost her mind.

“You taste too good. It’s as if you have a repressed libido and were very happy just now, but it was too intense.”

“I can’t blame her for this one, since her body is so mature like that. It must have been a wonderful trip.”

Ishiguro and Kawabe looked at each other as if they were content and let out a laugh.

“You can tell the flight attendants or the police, and it’s bound to become big news around the world, and the papers will run ‘Beautiful young woman gang-raped on airplane. Are travelers still safe? Heh heh heh heh, I wonder what kind of face your husband will make when he finds out?”

“If it goes to trial in a court of law, all that stuff about you being raped and having a sexy reaction will come out. It’s the fact that you wiggled your ass in pleasure when we stuck it in.”

Emi looked at Ishiguro nervously, her beautiful eyes on the verge of tears.

“You guys are simply beasts.” Despite saying that, the fact that her body reacted strongly when she was raped by them could not be eliminated, and Emi lowered her head and began to cry.

“You are not going to be able to escape from us.”

“We are so lucky to have met such a nice woman.”

Hearing Emi’s sobs, the men let out a pleasant laugh.

The journey of love that was about to lead to the sight of her husband, all at once became a journey of sorrow and shame.

The two men had taken the seats behind Emi, reaching out to caress Emi’s body whenever they had the chance.

Pretending to talk to Emi, he sat down next to her and reached into his pantyless skirt to stroke it.

The air coming in from under her skirt made her think that she would have to put on panties… even though she thought so, the clothes she needed to change were in her suitcase, which was checked, so there was no way for her to wear panties until she arrived at the destination.

Presumably there were no other Japanese in the machine, and Emi’s son Masashi was already getting along with the two men, unaware of the humiliating hell his mother had fallen into, sitting happily on Ishiguro’s lap playing to be.

Ishiguro is very gentle with the child, making Emi seem to see the dual personality of the pervert.

“Little brother! It’s a desert down there, it’s all sand.”

When Masashi heard that, he immediately looked down through the window of the plane, creating a light red desert as the sunrise hit it.

“Mom, it’s all sand down there.” Masashi excitedly yelled to Emi, who was sitting in the backseat, as he saw the desert for the first time.

Emi nodded though a smile at her son, making her unable to speak at all as Kawabe’s hand, reached up her skirt to caress her thigh.

“Stop it!” Emi pressed Kawabe’s hand from her skirt. That feeling like a caterpillar was too much to bear.

“I’m going to scream out loud!”

“Don’t you dare scream, even about being gang raped last night. Now that the child is speaking to you, stand up and answer!” Kawabe twisted Emi’s thigh, then smiled smugly.

Emi knew that Kawabe had been trying to touch her ass, but she had to stand up, bend her upper body to lean on the chair in front of her, and look at the child and say.

“Masashi, where is the desert?”

“Mommy look, there’s only sand and nothing else.”

Emi stroked the child’s head while clenching her teeth and desperately trying to hold back the sound that was about to come out in a shout as Kawabe’s hand was in her skirt groping her thighs to her plump ass and sliding her fingers along her ass cleavage.

“Don’t do this… you’re a beast!” Emi had to lower her voice to plead for fear that others would hear.

The obscenity of a man’s hand caressing his ass caused Emi’s muscles below her waist to contract violently. Kawabe’s obese hand clung to his ass like a leech.

Emi’s body trembled when the flesh of her ass was rubbed.

“Umm…” Emi clenched her teeth to keep from making a sound, and couldn’t help twisting her ass from side to side.

“Please, don’t…”

“Heh heh heh, you say no, but the body is asking for it. See, in that case the body expresses pleasure.”

The fingers on the state’s side entered the ass groove going shallowly deeper.

The garden that had been ravaged last night was already moist, making Kawabe even happier.

“Ah… that… um…” Emimi had no control over her body, as if she had to fill a two-year gap in one go. Once her body is on fire, there’s no way to calm it down. Is it possible that her body reacted so sensitively just because she was raped last night?

Kawabe felt his fingers touching the nectar, and while observing Emi’s face, he made his fingers go deeper.

Suddenly, she felt that after leaving the garden, her fingers entered her ass crack and touched a place she had never imagined, “A… A…” she squealed.

Originally thought to be just a defecation organ being startled by touching, Emi felt panic, the other passengers together turned their heads to look at Emi, but when they saw Emi who stood up to hold the child’s hand, they thought it was a joke, and resumed the status quo ante.

At this time Kawabe was also startled and showed a bitter smile, thinking in his mind that the stimulation was probably too strong.

“Mommy, what’s wrong with you?” The child looked back as if uneasy.

“Nothing, just surprised to see the desert.” Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Mei’s forehead, and she barely managed to squeeze out such a sentence.

Kawabe just retracted his fingers as Emi screamed and resumed stroking over Emi’s anus. Emi closed her eyes and desperately tried to hold back, unable to stop her lower body from trembling as goose bumps appeared all over her body.

“Hey, hey, hey, I thought you were going to tell about being gang raped. Heh heh heh, but what a nice asshole you have.”

Kawabe’s fingers stroked the anus.

“Spare me… no more…” said Emi in a voice that was on the verge of tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s pretty soft, can’t stand it, it’s so good.” Kawabe gleefully tried to shove his fingertips inside.

“Ah… no…” Unable to bear it, Emi sat back in her seat.

The whole body stiffened and instinctively scrunched up. Emi’s body suddenly sat on Kawabe’s hand, and Kawabe had to rush away.

“Feel free to sit down, I’m going to fix you up later.” Having to stop playing with his anus, Kawabe said in an unhappy tone.

“Kawabe, don’t get too aggressive in broad daylight.” Ishiguro said looking back at Kawabe.

“Little brother, you go play at your uncle’s in the back now. I want to talk to your mom.”

Ishiguro carried Masashi onto Kawabe’s lap, then took Emi’s hand: “Sit next to me, it’s my turn to love you.”

It was only when they arrived at the Cairo airport in Egypt that Emi broke away from the men.

To change planes here and take off at nine o’clock in the evening. In the meantime, Emi was spending time in the lobby of the airport hotel without seeing the two scary men.

（The nightmare is over, forget it!) Emi kept telling herself that, but the teardrops kept coming out.

That’s when Emi suddenly realized that her son, who had been sitting next to her, was gone.

“Masashi! Masashi!” Emi hurriedly sought my son.

“Mom! Mom…”

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Emi let her heart drop when she saw her son running over happily.

“Masashi, where have you been?”

“He bought me this thing.” Masashi happily held up the camel ragdoll in his hand.

“Who bought it for you?” An uneasy look appeared in Emi’s eyes.

“It’s that uncle called Ishiguro.”

Emi’s face immediately lost its blood color.

(How is it possible… Those men should have gotten off the plane in Cairo, not here…) “Masashi, you can’t just take people’s things. Is it really that uncle?”

Emi gives a look of disbelief, and when she hears that Ishiguro bought it, she feels upset and tries to take the muppet away from her son.

“It’s rare that my little brother is happy, how can you take it away from him.”

Suddenly hearing Ishiguro behind her, Emi turns around to see the dreaded Ishiguro and Kawabe.

“Why are you… here?” Emi’s lips trembled with intense fear.

“Heh heh heh! It won’t be that easy to let you go.”

“Now to accompany you to central Africa, we’re going to Lake Victoria.” The man lowered his voice as well.

Emi’s legs were trembling and she could barely stand still.

Ishiguro came over and gently hugged Emi and said, “I’ve prepared a gift for you too.”

“Gift…?”

“Yes, it’s perfectly suited to your body object, it’ll be happy as hell.” Ishiguro showed a cruel sneer and took out something with a stick shape on a leather ball from his pocket: “Do you know what this is?”

You don’t have to ask to guess that it’s a lewd implement.

“┅┅”

“Heh heh heh! It’s a type of colonic device. You can’t see it back home in Japan, but here it’s a common item for colonization.”

Ishiguro presses down on the part of the ball of skin the size of a hundred-watt light bulb, spewing air from a nozzle eight centimeters long.

Emi felt cold, and a terrible foreboding made her legs tremble.

(Why did you give me a colonizer… is it… ah… don’t…) “I don’t want that kind of colonizer.” Emi’s face had turned gray.

“You can see it! Insert this nozzle into your butt hole and squeeze the fluid from the leather ball in.

Isn’t this a gift that perfectly suits your plump ass?” Ishiguro said while caressing Emi’s ass from her skirt.

“Don’t you dare do that… beast…” said Emi, her lips trembling.

“As I have said many times, you can always go to the police. Because the shame is on you. Heh heh heh! You’ll be happy with this tonight.” Ishiguro said as he kept stroking Emi’s ass.

“You’re not human!”

But female instincts were pathetic, and the ass that had been stroked was the exact opposite of what she mentally wanted, and was already producing a fiery tingling sensation.

The plane that Emi was on traveled from Cairo to South Africa, making its way through the night sky to central Africa.

Emi looked around uneasily, some of the passengers had already started to sleep. It was ten o’clock, and Emi prayed in her heart that time would stop there. Because after thirteen o’clock, the man sitting in the backseat would start moving. The thought of it made Emi feel fearful.

Emi had the horrible colonic device that Ishiguro had shown her in her mind, and she didn’t know how many times she wanted to ask the air hostess passing by for help, but each time she thought that her husband would be saddened, Emi didn’t take action.

(Ah… absolutely no colonic…) Emi clutched the hand of the child who slept with the camel puppet, trying desperately to overcome the feeling of fear in her heart.

(Husband… come and save me…) Emi was horrified by her sensitive body, which reacted to the abuse. With a thousand reluctant thoughts in her heart, but with a strong sense of sensuality as if it wasn’t her own body, Emi cried and kept calling out her husband’s name.

It’s been some time since the cabin lights dimmed.

“Jangmi… Jangmi…”

Emi heard a lowered man’s voice, and when she turned around to see Kawabe smiling while turning his hand towards her, Emi’s body immediately began to tense up.

(O… Help me… Give me courage…) Emi closed her eyes tightly and pleaded with her husband for help.

“You refuse to listen?” As if feeling impatient, Ishiguro grabbed Emi’s arm hard before pulling her to the window-most seat in her row and motioning for Emi to sit down.

“Are you ready? Hey, hey, hey!”

Ishiguro let down the back of his chair, scaring Emi so much that she almost screamed.

“Please… spare me…” Emi looked at Ishiguro with pleading eyes, hoping that he would not do anything lewd.

This kind of appearance of Emi shocked Ishiguro. Because that kind of look was even more annoying, tantamount to adding fuel to a man’s fire of lust.

The airhostess who came out on time for her rounds glanced at Emi and nodded with a smile. Probably a couple in love, in her opinion.

“What are you going to do…” shook Emi’s head feebly, as if she knew what fate awaited her.

The air hostess walked past and the two men started off with skillful movements. There were forty minutes until the next tour, and everything had to be done in forty minutes.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

Emi’s hands were twisted behind her back and there were metal handcuffs on Emi’s hands.

“Tonight’s been a bit more strenuous, and I’m afraid you’ve been fidgeting.”

Ishiguro pushed Emi’s upper body down onto the back of the chair that was tilted backward and immediately pulled up Emi’s skirt.

“Umm… don’t…” Her plump thighs kicked in the air two or three times, then bent and clenched as if trying to hide something, but her feet were gripped tightly by Ishiguro.

“You can scream as loud as you want, and then all the passengers will wake up to see you and be even more surprised to learn that you’ve been gang raped!” Kawabe said as he reached over from behind.

Jangmi’s voice immediately trailed off: “Ah… spare me…”

Taking this opportunity, Ishiguro used the torn pantyhose to tie each of Enami’s ankles, then handed the other end to Kawanabe who was in the backseat, and Kawanabe began to pull the pantyhose while Ishiguro grabbed Enami’s ankles and lifted them upward.

“Ah… don’t do this…” begged Emi, shaking her head. The position the men were going to put her in now was the same as last night.

With the pantyhose pulled backward, Emi’s legs lifted to form an inverted eight.

As if she knew that crying would only make the two men happier, Emi glared at Shi Hei with tearful eyes: “You treat women like this… not human beings… but beasts!”

“Pornography knows no boundaries. Now that you’re being so stubborn, you’ll be crying in pain in no time.”

Ishiguro kissed at the base of his thighs, licking slowly down there. At that moment, Emi’s garden had opened the door, and with a click, the flashlight lit up. In that instant, Emi’s ass bounced violently.

“Don’t look, don’t look at places like that…” Emi began to wriggle her ass frantically.

“It’s so clear, so fresh, so beautiful…”

Ishiguro’s gaze was fixed on the garden that was wide open. Probably Emi and the strong sense of shame desperately resisted, squeezing out chants from the depths of her throat, her ebony pubic hair trembling along with it.

Ishiguro pushed back the pubic hair with his hand and touched the inner labia.

“Ah… oooh…” Emi screamed while her ass bounced again.

Ishiguro enjoyed the quivering flesh with his fingers, spreading the garden portals to the left and right.

“Ah… don’t do that…”

As if inspecting the place he had raped, Ishiguro began to slowly stroke it.

“So you’re already sexy and lewd.” Ishiguro let out a laugh.

“Don’t say… don’t say it…” Emi was woefully unaware that her flesh could react in such a sensitive way, and the fact that such a secret was known to the other party caused Emi to panic a little.

“So you’re enjoying this, heh heh heh!”

Rubbing his fingers against the fleshy walls inside, he pinched the pink bud that peeked its head out.

“Umm… ah…” The nectar kept flowing like a dam.

“It’s wonderful, I’ve never seen anything like it. And both the color and the shape are excellent, not like having a baby,” Ishiguro caressed it with his hand as if he was fascinated.

“Ishiguro, hurry up, I’m still waiting!” Hearing Kawabe’s urging percussive voice, Ishiguro had to retract the back of his hand.

“Okay, then it’s time to start aiming at this place.”

The tip of his hand touched on the lovely daisy bud that was quivering with humiliation.

“Not there… not there…” Emi’s cheeks turned hot and red. The thought of being seen there… created a strong sense of shame in her heart: “Don’t look… don’t look…”

Sensitive nerves were stimulated by the hot sight and reacted as strongly as an electric current. Even her dear husband had never seen her from the front like this, nor had she ever let him touch her.

“Your ass is so cute it screams.”

The anus clenched at the touch of her fingers, and as Emi remembered how she had been toyed with by Kawabe yesterday, goosebumps immediately sprang up on her body and her thighs trembled unceasingly.

But Emi hadn’t yet realized that the tingling sensation of pursuing a man’s fingers had already begun to sprout in the depths of this affection.

“It’s a beautiful color, plus the ass is in great shape!” Ishiguro rubbed slowly over the brown wrinkles that closely resembled a daisy bud.

“Ah… shameful…” Emi desperately shook her reddened face, no longer able to open her eyes as her nose continued to rise and fall.

Ishiguro couldn’t help but swallow when he felt the daisy buds bulge slightly on his fingers at this point.

“Almost there already.”

Ishiguro held out his hand, and Kawabe placed the colonizer on his palm. There was roughly two hundred in the rubber ball , and it felt weighty in his palm.

“Now it’s finally time for a colonic.” Ishiguro deliberately looked up at Emi’s expression.

“Don’t! Don’t that kind of thing.” Jiang Fu, who had her eyes tightly closed, immediately returned to reality when she heard Shi Hei’s words.

Slowly opening his eyes, his face turned gray.

(In a place like this… I don’t want to die…)

“If you don’t want it, scream for help. Everyone will be happy to know you’re being cooned like this.”

Ishiguro stuck his tongue out to lick the nozzle of the cooner’s tube.

“Spare me… no colonic… oooh…” Emi let out a low cry, pressing her tear-stained cheeks against the back of the chair. Something that even thought of the sensation of penetration of a man’s sex organ slowly invaded, the nozzle of the pipe that was eight centimeters long slowly entered.

“Don’t… ah… don’t suck…”

Ishiguro’s fingers began to squash the rubber ball, and the sensation, more terrible than imagined, made Emi’s ass quiver.

“Does a colonic taste good?”

Ishiguro turned the nozzle deeper and deeper while continuing to press the rubber ball harder and harder, and Emi could feel the glycerin “squeaking” in.

(Ah… It’s coming in… Don’t… Don’t…)

“Oooh… ah…” Emi let out a desperate sob: “Stop… spare me… no more…”

“Just got half of it in, and the rest, Kawabe, will get you in.”

Ishiguro and Kawabe switch places.

“Ah… no…”

The tube nozzle was inserted deeply again. However, Kawabe didn’t inject the colonic fluid right away, he was constantly moving the nozzle in and out of the anus.

“Umm… don’t… don’t do this… finish it quickly…”

“Heh heh heh! It looks like you’re so satisfied that you’re actually starting to push to go faster.”

Jangmi’s folded body moved upward: “No… shame on you…”

Kawanabe began to apply pressure on his hands, and Emi immediately felt a swell develop in her stomach.

“Heh heh heh! You have such a sexy expression at this time.” Ishiguro said as he looked at Emi.

“Umm… Finish it quickly…”

“After all is said and done, it’s still all swallowed!” After completely injecting the colonic liquid, Kawabe slowly pulled out the tube nozzle and let out a lewd laugh.

“Ah… sad! Just let me go!”

The glycerin liquid entered the rectum completely, causing Emi to feel that her insides were about to burst. The strong poop liquid was about to break through the barrier.

“Hey, someone’s coming.” Ishiguro said hurriedly, immediately undoing the pantyhose and handcuffs that bound Emi’s ankles.

“Ah… Toilet…” Kang Mi desperately tried to hold back the urge to ejaculate and ran into the restroom with her back bent.

(This hell will end tomorrow, too. Bear with it…) Emi cried in her heart as she thought of her husband, whom she would see in the afternoon.

Reaching her destination at dusk time, she could get rid of these two men, and now Jiang Mei’s heart only hoped that she could reach her destination earlier.

Emi was afraid that her flesh would submit to the men’s play, so she wanted to get away from them as soon as possible. Just a little more patience… But the gears of fate ironically began to reverse.

The plane encountered a violent sandstorm and had to backtrack to Cairo. Combined with an airplane engine failure that delayed the departure from Cairo by an hour, there was once again the dreaded night reaching out to Emi.

On the airplane Emi realized that the sight of gazing at it was very nervous, not the sight of Ishiguro and Kawabe. When she looked over nervously, there was an Arab smiling and looking at Emi, probably coming up from Cairo. Emi had been feeling that someone was looking at her, and it turned out to be this Arab.

Emi felt a sense of fear again, and if now Ishiguro and the others forced them to ask for something shameful… her whole body became hot.

Kawanabe was probably tired and made a noise from the back seat. However, as if Ishiguro had read Emi’s mind, he suddenly said, “Don’t make a sound, and listen to me.”

Jangmi’s expression immediately tensed, “Please, spare me tonight…” Jangmi begged in a voice on the verge of tears.

“Don’t worry, not tonight.”

“？”

Hearing an unexpected answer. But Ishiguro’s kind of person can’t have nothing happen to him.

Ishiguro stroked Emi’s ass and said, “But you have to do one thing.”

I’m sure I’m not the one who will let Emi off the hook for nothing.

“What do you want me to do…”

“Isn’t there an Arab there looking at you? It seems like he’s interested in you, so you seduce him with your body and have to give him a hug.”

Ishiguro’s demands almost made Emi faint with fear. To seduce strange Arabs with her body, and men with horrible looks like slave traders, and to rape him like a whore.

Emi shook her head weakly: “Please, don’t do that… I don’t want to…”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, but there’s going to be another colonic tonight, right in front of him. Heh heh heh! Between seducing the Arabs and colonizing them, you do also choose!”

“Then…” Emi couldn’t speak. Intense fear made her legs tremble, and repeated pleas would still land her in the hell of shame.

Emi’s body had literally experienced it, and the sense of despair caused Emi to hang her head helplessly.

“Which one are you going to choose? Any more delays and it’s going to be a colonic, and tonight it’s going to be injected twice as much as it was last night.”

“No, never colonize…”

“Heh heh heh! Don’t colonize just go seductive, do as I say.”

“I see…” said Emi, unable to stop her body from trembling, her face pale, her cheeks twitching.

(Tonight is the only night, so bear with it… bear with it until tomorrow) Until then, consider yourself dead!) Emi made a sad decision.

“You start by showing your legs and lifting your skirt up naturally. Hey… that Arab will be happy to see your legs.”

Emi closed her eyes tightly and sighed deeply, doing what Ishiguro said as if resigned to her fate.

Crossing her legs, then as if the skirt naturally moved upwards pulling the hem near the base of her thighs, immediately revealing her smooth thighs without a pants machine. Even though her eyes were closed, she could feel the Arab’s hot sight shooting at her legs, and Emi’s whole body was on fire.

“Very well, that’s the way it is. Now pretend to take care of the sleeping child and turn your butt to his side.

Then, it’s like naturally lifting up your skirt to reveal your ass.” Ishiguro’s words pierced Emi’s heart without mercy.

“Spare me… I can’t do that kind of thing.”

“Cut the crap, are you up for a colonic?” Ishiguro revealed the nozzle of the cooner’s tube between the cracks of the chair and pressed down on the rubber bulb, letting the wind spray over Emi’s face.

“Ah…” Emi let out a sad moan, wiggling her ass while pulling up her skirt.

Emi knew that Ishiguro was also looking at the plump ass that was half exposed, which looked very lewd.

“That Arab stretched his neck out and had a look on his face that was about to drool. Can’t blame him, because the ass in sight was this plump and beautiful.”

Knowing that she had been seen, Emi felt the twin globes of her ass begin to burn hot, and her garden began to get wet.

(How did this happen…) Emi was frightened of her body’s oversensitivity.

First of all, please forgive me, I didn’t mean to take so long to post, but I just… I just don’t have enough time, especially since she’s been clinging to me a lot lately and playing a lot of tantrums on me, so sometimes I wish I could be a part of it, so please forgive me.

Seventh in Heaven: I’m really sorry, even though I didn’t mean to do it (I haven’t read any of your books except this one so far). It seems that I overestimated my abilities before… >-), but I still have to apologize to you, and I hope that you will find this article acceptable.

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“Now to turn to that guy.” Ishiguro said in a commanding tone.

Emi’s flesh slowly turned in the direction of the Arab, her exposed thighs still shaking with concern.

“Look at him and smile, smile erotically. Then slowly spread your legs so he thinks you’re seducing him and will run right over to you, and you’ll dutifully let him rape you, with your thighs as far apart as possible.”

“Don’t… don’t… I’m dying of shame.”

“If you don’t obey, I’ll use this colonic to give you a taste of something even more humiliating.”

Ishiguro’s words caused Emi to give up her resistance.

Emi raised her face that was on the verge of tears, and had to make an embarrassed smile, and her thighs slowly parted to the left and right, so boldly that Emi herself was surprised, as if it wasn’t her own body.

The sight of the greedy eyes of the Arabs caused nectar to overflow from the garden, while a fiery tingling sensation welled up. Desperately trying to restrain her libido, but there was no way out at all, a sad instinct of mature women.

(How could I… don’t… don’t…) I desperately denied it in my mind, but my body was getting hotter and hotter.

The Arab knew that Emi wasn’t wearing panties, and for a split second showed a look of surprise, then looked at Emi’s face, and when he found Emi’s embarrassed smile and demented eyes, he looked east first, and when he was sure that smile was for himself, he stood up and walked over to Emi.

The Arab picked Enami up and sat her down on his lap with her back to him, then immediately put his hand up his skirt and spoke quietly in Enami’s ear. The current Jiang Mei of course could not possibly understand what he was saying.

“AH… AH…” Emi could feel the walls of her flesh wrapping around the Arab as if she couldn’t wait.

The Arab’s finger inserted and slowly moved inside Enami’s fleshy hole. Emi’s mind was no longer filled with feelings of humiliation or shame, she just let her flesh float in the waves of lust.

A few minutes later, Emi was writhing and crying frantically for the first time on the foreigner’s finger play.

Stepping out of the airplane, a hot breeze immediately greeted us.

Walking down from the airplane, when she saw her dear husband standing by the window at the customs, Emi picked up her baby and ran over to him without a second thought. Hugging her husband tightly, she immediately burst into loud sobs.

“Emi, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing… just so happy to see you.” While crying, Emi hugged her husband tightly again as if she wanted to be sure.

“Don’t be silly, I’m standing right here! Won’t leave you again.” Husband Togashi took out a handkerchief and wiped the teardrops from Emi’s face with a gentle smile.

Emi began to tense up again when she saw Ishiguro and the Arab with lecherous smiles behind her husband’s back.

(If Ishiguro comes towards her husband…) Emi became intensely afraid.

But Ishiguro was with the dozen or so black men who had come to greet him, and made no move to come over. Shortly afterward, he gave Emi a smile as if it had a special meaning, and left in a car with the black men.

Ishiguro, who was pestering him like that, took off in a car without saying a word, instead making Emi feel suspicious.

(How could Ishiguro just let Emi go like that? Also, why did that Arab act together with Ishiguro?) Emi leaned her face tightly into her husband’s embrace, as if that would remove the uneasiness in her heart.

(It’s all over… as long as I endure… as long as I…) In this way, I won’t break my beloved husband’s heart, and I will be able to maintain a happy family… Emi kept telling herself this.

The place my husband drove to was the original bright Western-style detached home with a white picket fence on the shores of Lake Victoria, as if it had been seen in a foreign movie with a wide green yard.

“I thought you’d like it, a family of three plus the maid, isn’t that just right?”

Emi hugged her husband who stated in a pleased tone, “Honey, I’m so happy.”

Emi recalled the kind of situation she had just been in, showering and scrubbing her body as carefully as if she wanted to wash away Ishiguro’s defilement.

(I can’t let my husband, who loves me so much, be sad…) There is only one way to compensate for being raped, and that is to love your husband even more than you did in the past. Having made up her mind, Emi washed herself clean for her husband.

Emi puts a bath towel around her naked body, wanting to get her husband’s love sooner and destroy the horrible memories. However, the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, Emi almost died of fright.

The elderly maid collapsed on the hallway carpet covered in blood.

“Woah… come quickly… dear!” Emi recklessly rushed into the bedroom, but there was a much more frightening situation waiting for her in the bedroom.

“Ah…” Emi let out a shrill cry.

Seeing Ishiguro and Kawabe standing there with smiles on their faces, Emi stepped backward, her legs trembling.

“So you went to take a shower, no wonder I didn’t see you.”

There were seven or eight black men standing around Ishiguro with rifles in their hands. There was blood on the butt of one of the rifles, probably from the maid who had just bled.

“What are you doing…” said Emi, backing up along the wall.

“Looking at you like that, you probably want to have some pain with your husband. Heh heh heh!” Kawabe let out a lewd laugh.

The husband was bound with ropes and fell at Kawabe’s feet.

“Ah… what did they do to you?”

Emi forgot that she only had a bath towel on her, and when she tried to run over, she was instantly stopped by Ishiguro.

“He’s just knocked out, he’ll wake up soon.”

There was blood on the husband’s forehead.

“Darling…” said Emi, desperately calling her husband.

(Come and save me, or I’ll… I’ll…) As expected, they were not the kind of people who would give up on Emi so easily. (I’m sure I’ll be humiliated again…) Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but yell out to my husband.

“Don’t worry, your husband is safe while you are willing to obey. When you are disobedient, she is going to be aligned with that maid.”

That’s amazing words.

“Also, your son, who is sleeping upstairs, is going to sleep with his dad’s date, but will never wake up.” Kawabe said as he aimed his rifle at Togashi’s head.

“Ah… no… no!” Emi bawled in despair.

“We were a real pain in the ass on the plane. Still can’t forget the way you cried with joy. Especially that mesmerized look on your face during the colonic. Hey, hey, hey! Are you getting your ass all hot from thinking about colonics now? But you’re so horny too, making like a whore with an Arab and then having to act like nothing is wrong with having to sleep with your husband.”

“As if having had a colonic made her ass even sexier.”

The two men made fun of Jiang Mei with lewd words under their breath. Those black people also stared at Enami with wide eyes as if they were rare.

Emi’s cheeks immediately turned red, and from behind her, she could see a plump ass full of flesh.

“Your body is so arousing!” Kawabe held Emi’s ass and rocked it back and forth.

“Don’t… don’t say things like that.” Emi screamed desperately, as what happened in the airplane came back like a nightmare.

“What are you going to do to me again?”

“No need to play dumb, there’s only one thing a man asks of a woman.”

Even though he knew it, saying it clearly like that still made Emi nervous.

(It’s true…)

“If you want money… it’s… for you… so stop pestering me.”

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Emi pleaded like this even though she knew it was useless.

“We have money and it’s your body we want.”

“…” Emi couldn’t speak.

But after shaking her head violently she immediately began to struggle against it, the only way to escape now was to run away first, and if she was abused again, she would not have the face to see her husband.

Emi was even more afraid that her sexual instincts, which had been such a sensitive response on the plane, would begin to react without her flesh realizing it if she were played with again, and would demand that Ishiguro and the others. That must never happen.

“At first it was to pass the time. But your body is too good to keep us hooked, so if you want to hate it, hate your own body!” Ishiguro sneered and punched Enami in the stomach, and Enami’s body immediately collapsed.

Ishiguro gently picked up the unconscious Emi and threw her on the bed, Kawabe’s fingers trembling with excitement as he grabbed the bath towel that surrounded Emi’s flesh with his hands. The woman who had already fucked once, but was as excited as she was for the first time, and the black people surrounding her were frozen with excitement.

Pulling down the towel with force, the characteristic plump flesh of a married woman immediately appeared in front of her.

Beautifully shaped breasts with pink nipples at the apex. Beautiful curves from her plump ass to her thighs that make her cum with excitement just by looking at them.

Ishiguro flipped Emi’s flesh so that she was lying prone, then pulled her hands up and tied them apart to the bed rail. Kawabe brought the small chair from the vanity and placed it under Emi’s stomach as Emi let out a low hum.

At this point, Emi formed a position with her buttocks raised high, “Umm… Umm…” The pain of being pressed down on the chair brought Emi back to consciousness, and she opened her eyes slightly, trying to move her body before realizing that she had been tied up, and opened her eyes wide with nervousness.

“AH… what is this…” Emi screamed sadly as she realized she was naked and bound.

“Her body is just beautiful, especially her ass, it’s indescribable.”

Shi Hei hit Jiang Mei’s fleshy mound with his palm, and red handprints immediately appeared. Jiang Mei’s legs kicked violently, and the black people smiled and pressed down.

“Don’t do this… let go of me…”

“I could let you go, but you know what we’re going to do… it’s better to be tied up.”

Ishiguro stroked at his ass, and the blacks stroked at his snow-white thighs as if they were going to enjoy it too.

“What a beautiful ass, like a French woman. How can you see an ass like that and not get a colonic?”

“What! Colonic…” As her buttocks were rubbed by Shi Hei, Jiang Miwen let out a cry, fear and shame appearing on her mind.

“Don’t… don’t colonize!” Emi cried, shaking her head. Remembering how she looked when she was being colonized in the airplane, Emi was on the verge of passing out.

The sensation of going crazy when the nozzle enters deeply into the anus and the goosebumps when the colonic liquid is injected “squeaking” are still fresh in my mind.

“All you hear is that you’re going to get a colonic and your ass gets hot. Heh heh heh! It’s as if you have the right physique for a colonic. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for you to colonize, right in front of your husband.”

“DON’T… DON’T…” cried Emi loudly immediately upon hearing this.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, are you crying with joy when you hear you’re going to get a colonic? You’ll cry even more with this colonic device, and today I’m going to condition your body into one that can’t forget about a colonic.” Ishiguro was preparing for a colonic while laughing happily.

“Especially when you are colonizing the table clear is really sexy, I’m about to cum.” Kawabe said as he joined the black man in spreading Emi’s thighs to the left and right.

“Spare me! Don’t do it! Don’t colonize…” Emi cried, writhing her snow-white body on the chair, and her annoying mounds, which smelled like fragrance, swayed from side to side as she cried.

“Her ass is just screaming.” Ishiguro slowly parted the two mounds of flesh to the left and right.

“Ah… don’t… this is too much…”

Showing daisy buds.

“DON’T LOOK… CAN’T LOOK…” Jiang Mei’s cries became more and more intense.

“Heh heh heh! You’ve got a nice ass eye. Are you afraid of embarrassing yourself by scrunching up like that? But it’s about to open up.”

“It’s rare to see a woman with such a wonderful anus.” Kawabe said while looking at it, “You know what this is, right? This is a brush, to rub you with this.” Kawanabe took a very thick brush and shook it in front of Emi.

“Ah… don’t… spare me…” Emi gritted her teeth, her cheeks rocking on the bed as if there were snakes crawling on her body, her whole body feeling as if she was struck by electric current.

The tip of the brush was moving in the ass groove, Emi frowned, her lips trembling, “Umm…” Emi made a sound that was squeezed out of her throat.

“Is that good?”

As the brush in Kawabe’s hand rubbed against her anus, Emi’s cries changed from wails to convulsive sobs: “Ah… spare me…” and she grunted and wiggled her buttocks like a dream.

“Ah…”

(Don’t be sexy… darling… come and save me…) Remembering the sensation on the airplane, my entire lower body began to itch and wriggle uncontrollably.

Just then the husband woke up, “Stop! What are you doing to Emi!” Suddenly roaring loudly, his eyes wide with anger.

“Do you still need to ask what to do? Now you have to love your wife’s ass especially, heh heh heh heh…”

“Stop! Don’t touch Emi!” Desperately shaking his bound body.

“Ah… dear… ouch…” Hearing her husband’s voice, Emi struggled frantically. However, the brush in Kawabe’s hand did not stop moving.

“Stop it, you guys… You mustn’t do this to Jangmi!”

“Ah… dear…” Her husband’s voice brought Emi back to reality with a blood-vomiting sound, but that pain was also about to be masked by the intense faculties brought about by the brush.

The buds of the chrysanthemums rubbed by the tip of the brush were as hot as if they were on fire, “Ah…” Emi let out a cry that could not be distinguished as one of joy or pain.

“A sensitive anus has this advantage of responding quickly. Heh heh heh…”

“Stop! I’ll kill you!” The husband’s face spasmed with rage.

“You don’t have to scream like that, it won’t be long before your wife takes it upon herself to say she’s going to die, or kill me!”

Kawabe chuckled while the tip of the pen continued to rub against the daisy bud, aiming to remove the sphincter’s resistance.

“You are not human! I will kill you.”

Ishiguro knocks out Togashi with a punch and gags him with a cloth.

“Hey, hey, hey, your wife is ours. Now it’s time to colonize and tune into being away from our bodies, now let’s give you a closer look at your own wife’s colonization.”

“Umm…” With an angry expression on her face and only a grunt coming from her nostrils, Emi closed her eyes tightly and sobbed.

Ishiguro dragged Togashi to the position where he could see Emi’s ass the best, and then put tape on his eyelids so that there was no way for him to close his eyes. Before his eyes, he saw Emi’s ass and thighs that he hadn’t seen in two years, the flesh that he had truly loved.

Kawabe glanced at Togarashi with a smug grin and pushed one hand out around Emi’s sphincter, trying to shove the tip of the brush in.

“Ah… Unh… Come and help me…” Emi made a painful sound. As Kawabe, who was familiar with the weaknesses of women’s bodies, played with her, Emi had to keep writhing her whole body, radiating sensuality.

“ah… ah…”

“It’s like it’s sexy and the anus is loose enough to start a colonic.”

Kawabe rubbed the tip of his finger over the slightly bulging anus.

“Ah… no… please.” Emi screamed while wiggling her ass.

Ishiguro brought in the huge glass colonic apparatus and whispered in Emi’s ear, who shook her head no.

“Your husband’s life depends entirely on you.”

When Ishiguro said this, Emi cried, “Please… give it to me…”

“You’ll have to say it in a louder voice.” Ishiguro grabbed Emi’s hair and shook it hard.

“Please… give me a colonic…” It took a lot of strength for Emi to say it, but Ishiguro pulled Emi’s face up and said, “Don’t underestimate me, say it right.”

“Please… I, Emi, want a colonic… I want my body to itch… so give me a colonic tonight… make it fast…” Emi cried loudly as she finished her sentence, but her cries were reminiscent of the joy of having sex.

Emi’s husband, Tojang, couldn’t bear to watch and turned his face away, but one of the black men turned his face toward Emi again.

At this point, the nozzle of the colonic device was inserted into Emi’s ass.

“AH… UH…” Emi let out a scream, which was also Emi’s dirge of surrender to Ishiguro.

Chapter 2 – Young Wife’s Hell of Shame

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Making camp deep in the virgin African forest, Ishiguro couldn’t help but smile smugly as he lay back in his jeep. The police would not be able to chase them here, and for Ishiguro, the unrest in Africa had created many unregulated zones that were the best places to hide.

The sorrowful screams that Jiang Mei made had always stayed in Shi Hei’s ears, feeling like beautiful music, and closing his eyes, he would think of Jiang Mei’s beautiful flesh.

Last night, it was Jiang Mei, who came to Africa to find her husband, who was tied up and abused in front of her husband. Now this beautiful woman was in the palm of his hand, absolutely not letting this woman go, to make her taste more humiliation.

Ishiguro slowly raised his head to see the red campfire, his partner Kawabe and the black mercenary.

Behind the campfire, presumably preparing dishes and meals, Emi looked beautiful in a white blouse and blue skirt, with long boots on her feet. But the hands were bolted to the iron smithy like slaves.

“Kawabe, bring the woman here.” Ishiguro said as he lifted his upper body and sat up.

Hearing this voice, Enami immediately tensed up. Emi was most disgusted with Shi Hei, but no matter how much she resisted, as a result, her body still generated lust and had to give in. Her body did not listen to her will, and naturally reacted.

“You look good in a blue dress, you look like a lady, but not for a slut. Hey, hey, hey, let me modify it!”

Ishiguro took out a spring-loaded knife from his pocket as if to enjoy Emi’s fearful appearance, and slowly cut off the blouse buttons one by one.

“Don’t, don’t torture me…” Knowing that it was useless to say anything, she couldn’t help but plead. At the same time, there was no resistance, because she couldn’t resist.

In the back of Ishiguro’s jeep, the beloved husband and son were locked up in an iron pen for animals, and it was still thanks to Emi desperately begging Ishiguro, or else Ishiguro was going to kill the two of them, so now he couldn’t draw Ishiguro’s wrath, and had to be at his mercy.

The unbuttoned blouse parted, immediately exposing her breasts since she was not allowed to wear underwear.

Ishiguro pulled the hem of her blouse out of her skirt and knotted it at her belly button.

“Heh heh heh, that’s much sexier. And modify the skirt.”

Ishiguro squatted down in front of Emi and cut from under the skirt upwards, to near the base of his thighs, and then in all directions.

This cuts off two-thirds of the skirt.

“Heh heh heh, you still look better with your pretty thighs exposed.” Ishiguro, who had changed her skirt into a mini-skirt, let out a lewd laugh.

“Adding a horizontal direction slit to the skirt would be more sexy.” Kawabe said from the sidelines.

“Good! And wear your hair high.”

Ishiguro cut slits in Emi’s miniskirt. At this point, Emi felt Ishiguro’s fingers on her ass and had to wiggle her ass because Ishiguro forbade her to wear boxers.

Emi brushed her hair up high and fixed it with bobby pins, “This is so beautiful.” A voluptuous sensuality emanated from Emi, causing the men to let out gasps of surprise.

Emi looked so much like a female panther that it was no wonder Ishiguro was surprised.

“Jangmi, come over here… I’ll love you.”

Ishiguro’s eyes were on the verge of sparking, and his bald head created a sense of dread, looking like a demon in the light of the campfire.

Emi instinctively turned her face away and stepped back, but Kawabe was behind her, grabbing her and pushing her forward.

“No… spare me…” Emi couldn’t help but make pleading noises as Ishiguro’s hand traced from his knee to his thigh.

“No matter how many times you touch it, this feeling is also the best. Heh heh heh…”

One hand entered the skirt and touched the mysterious cleft. With the other hand, he pulled up the skirt and leaned his face up.

“Don’t touch me.” Emi exclaimed, wiggling her ass hard. The skin all over her body paled and goosebumps sprang up.

The thought of this horrible sensation, which would soon turn into a fiery itchy sensation, made Emi instinctively try to escape Ishiguro’s fingers.

“Heh heh heh! You have a lot of hair!” Ishiguro’s fingers pinched the black pubic hairs that indicated a woman’s maturity.

“Don’t… let go…” Ishiguro’s fingers kept playing with it, causing Emi to feel a strong sense of humiliation.

Kawabe, probably aroused by the sight of the writhing ass, hugged Emi from behind, holding and rubbing her breasts.

Even playing with it was a caress. And, as if already familiar with the man’s fingers, the lovely breasts began to heat up, the nipples erect.

“Don’t… don’t… ah…” Emi desperately  her head and bent her upper body backwards.

“Your voice is too loud, your husband will hear you. Heh heh heh…”

“AH… No…” Hearing Ishiguro’s words, Emi’s mind almost went crazy. The sweet itching sensation that arose in her body, coupled with the fear that her husband would find out about it, led to muffled chants coming out of Emi’s mouth.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, will let you meet the husband later. But shave it off first, so you’ll prove you’re my woman.”

“Shave what…?”

Emi didn’t understand what it meant and looked up at Ishiguro. But then Ishiguro’s fingers curled around his pubic hair and pulled hard, and Emi understood what he meant.

“Ah… You can’t do that…”

“In Africa, women who are slaves have the habit of shaving there hair. By shaving off your hair, you won’t think about your husband anymore. Heh heh heh heh…” said Ishiguro as he pushed Emi down onto the seat of the jeep.

“I don’t want to shave… don’t…”

Though being abused in front of her dear husband, shaving would add to the humiliation. Emi started sobbing in fear at Ishiguro’s perverted mind.

“Shave it bare so your thing is fully exposed. Your husband will drool with delight when he sees it.”

“I don’t want… spare me…”

When Ishiguro squatted in front of the seat and put Emi’s legs on her shoulders, Emi covered her face with her hands and cried loudly. Moreover, Kawabe came over again and grabbed the breasts from behind.

“Heh heh heh heh… you’re so hairy, shaving like this is flavorful enough.” Ishiguro spread his legs hard apart to look in.

“Ah… spare me… that would be humiliating…” Emi’s body began to spasm.

Ishiguro puts shaving cream on his pubic hair.

“Don’t… don’t…”

Ishiguro’s movements were skillful, and he began to shave with shaving power.

“This feeling is wonderful.” Ishiguro shaved one side and smiled: “Shave that side of your ass as well, it’s a polite way to get a colonic.”

“Ah… I’m so ashamed…” As the direct contact with the air grew larger, Emi became more and more desperate: “Oooh… don’t…”

The shaving force slid from the mound of shame to between the streams and valleys, and the petals that were most afraid of stimulation were pulled up! Emi couldn’t help but let out a whimper as the sensation of a blade was felt there.

“Ah… spare me… spare me…” said Emi like a dreamy voice.

She couldn’t forget Ishiguro’s fingers even if she wanted to; the woman’s sexual faculties couldn’t resist his fingers.

“Emi, you’re already sexy and starting to ooze nectar. Bear with me a little longer, shave and I’ll stick it in you.” Ishiguro smiled when he saw Kawabe, who was still fondling Emi’s breasts.

“Heh heh heh, even cuter, this exposure screams excitement.”

The naked pubic mound made the pink labia more prominent.

“Ah… don’t touch…”

Stone-black fingers stroked like an inspection over the hairless Venusian hills.

“Spare me…”

“How can you say that? It’s only now, the night is long and I’ll make you cry.”

“Don’t… oooh…”

Being carried up, one of Emi’s legs shook feebly. At this time the hand that stroked the powerless pubic mound slid down towards the valley of the stream fingers touched the anus.

“Oooh… don’t touch there…” Emi let out a nervous chant, unable to stop thinking about how she was thoroughly played with anally last night!

“You can’t touch this ass enough to get tired of it.” Ishiguro said, looking up.

“Take your hands away… it’s so humiliating…” Emi shook her head vigorously.

Since I spent two days with my GF on her birthday last week, and two days taking care of her on Saturday when she wasn’t feeling well, I apologize for posting a little late this time.

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Keyword: Yan Bei

Ishiguro continued to rub. Emi felt the hairs of sweat stand up all over her body. At this time, Kawabe unlocked Emi’s iron smithy and bolted her right hand from her shoulder and pulled her left hand from her armpit to her back with the iron smithy. Emi’s hands were each pulled from above and below and secured behind her back.

“Hey, hey, you can’t use your hands this way, can you? There’s no way to hide your face, so that’ll be embarrassing, won’t it!”

When Kawabe finished, he reached behind Emi’s back to fondle the breasts again.

“Ah… this look… spare me…”

Emi felt wretched, knowing that her body had begun to react. The less sexy she wanted to be, the more sweet pleasure would bubble up from her body. The shame of shaving seemed to increase the sensual arousal even more, there was no way to stop herself from oozing pussy water, just the thought of having her pubic hair shaved felt like fire burning in her body.

“Heh heh heh heh, your body is so sensitive, it flows like a spring.”

“Ah… no…”

“Don’t you want that too?”

Ishiguro slowly inserted his finger into Emi’s anus and turned it.

“Aaah… oooh…” As Ishiguro’s fingers moved inside, Emi’s ass swayed with them.

“Ah… spare me…”

There is a constant sweet current from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and her ass wiggles naturally. Just then, the Negroes near the campfire clap their hands.

When Ishiguro saw it, he said to Kawabe, “I think it’s ready, so let’s start.”

“Emi, your body is already flabby, show your nakedness to your husband.”

“What did you say?…” Jiang Mei’s face changed dramatically: “Don’t… don’t…”

“Your husband must be happy that not a hair is left.”

Ishiguro and Kawabe lifted Emi up from the left and right, and Emi’s body jumped like a fish out of water.

“I’m going to love you in front of your husband tonight.”

“Don’t… you’re not human… don’t…”

Ishiguro and Kawabe carried Emi to the place of the campfire, and deliberately asked her, “What will your husband think when he sees you naked?”

“Your husband has only ever seen coitus. Let him see us love each other tonight. Let him know that you are our woman, a slave.”

“Please, don’t do it in front of him. I don’t want to be in front of him…” cried Emi, her eyes closed, “please spare me… not in front of him…”

“But it’s already in front of your husband, and he’s down there.”

“Oooh…” When Emi heard her husband’s grunts, she closed her eyes tightly and shook her head desperately: “Aaah… Aaah… Don’t… Don’t…”

“You need to open your eyes and look at your husband or your husband will die.” Kawabe said as he leaned his mouth into Emi’s ear.

“Please… let him go…” As Kang-mi twisted her body, the iron bars clattered.

“Then open your eyes and look at your husband, heh heh heh heh!”

Emi was still shaking her head. But immediately, she resigned herself to opening her eyes and seeing her beloved husband.

“Ah… spare me…” Teardrops kept flowing from her lovely eyes.

“Oo…” Her husband’s eyes were fixed on the pubic mound that had lost its pubic hair, and his face immediately flushed red as he stared at Ishiguro and grunted through his nostrils.

“Heh heh heh, your wife is cuter like this, isn’t she?” Ishiguro said in a victorious tone, spreading Emi’s legs more to the left and right, closer to his face.

“Ah… forgive me… forgive me…” Emi couldn’t bring herself to look at her husband squarely.

(My dear… forgive me… I’ve been made to look like this… I’m finished…) By this time, Emi’s husband was naked and tied to four wooden spikes on the ground in a zigzag pattern, which was heartbreaking for Emi to see.

“What do you think of your wife’s body after not seeing her for two years? You’re stupid too, leaving such mature flesh behind for two years and not caring. See how much your wife misses a man, just shaving and leaking lust.”

“Ah… don’t look, don’t look at me!”

Emi wiggled her ass hard and cried. Her pubic mound gave off a luscious shine, and there were mouths underneath that had opened up like they were already engorged with blood.

Togarashi lowered his head sadly after seeing it, his whole body began to tremble, and he grunted at Ishiguro.

“Don’t you panic, your wife is already ours. But, as a gesture of goodwill, let’s give you one last taste!”

After Ishiguro finished speaking, two black men came over and carried Emi over from Ishiguro and Kawabe, and Kawabe immediately ran his hands over the roots of Emi’s parted thighs.

“Ah… no… no… oooh…” was all Enami could scream in anxiety.

(In front of her beloved husband…) But Kawanabe’s fingers made Emi’s flesh sensual, and sensual sobs appeared in her intense whimpering.

“Ah… um… this… oooh…” The intense sensuality caused Emi to let out a fiery hum.

At this time, Ishiguro crouched down beside Togarashi, who was still grunting and shaking his bound body on one side.

“Yeah., don’t you move, I’ll let you taste the Mrs. in a minute.” Shi Hei looked at Tosho Zhang and laughed.

“Woo…”

Ishiguro takes out a strange cream and applies it to Togarashi’s sex, then injects it at the root of his shriveled sex, and Togarashi’s penis immediately begins to erect.

“Heh heh heh, that’ll do it.” Ishiguro flicked his finger over the glans.

（３）

What Ishiguro was about to do was very cruel. Lifting Emi, who was already engrossed in the sexy world, above Togarashi, and then placing it on Emi’s body against Togarashi.

As soon as she felt the hot tip of the man’s spear, she screamed, “Please don’t do this… spare me…” But knowing that it was her beloved husband’s, she said, “Ah… my dear… ah…”

Emi tilted her head back hard and furrowed her brow.

Something very hard, with a swelling sensation slowly worked its way into her body, a sensation that filled two years of blank time and reminded her of her husband’s love.

“Ah… darling…”

(Ah… this feeling… it’s him… ah… dear…) As if unwilling to let go of her long-missed husband, Emi sank her hips even lower.

“Umm… Umm…” Tojang grunted with a reddened face.

Enami was tempted to lean her face on her husband’s chest. But the two men immediately lifted Enami’s upper body, then held Enami’s body and began to make up and down movements.

“Ah… this… ah…” Emi couldn’t help but cry at the situation: “Ah… don’t… let me…”

Emi was hoping that she would be allowed to love her husband freely. But now someone else was doing it for her.

“Emi, you haven’t tasted this in two years, have you? You have to take your time to appreciate it. Because this is your last time.” Kawabe said as he looked at the expression on Emi’s face who was being bobbed up and down by the black man.

However, Emi could no longer hear what Kawabe said. Right now, the only way she could escape this hell of shame was to vent her feelings completely on her husband with her body.

Just then, Emi’s body was picked up.

“Ah… no… it’s too much… no…” Jiang Mei felt her husband’s love was already far away, and desperately screamed, “Ah… my dear…”

Emi was desperate for her husband and was so close to reaching a love climax with him, but to be pulled away… it was cruel… Emi cried out.

The black man carried Emi to Ishiguro and made Emi ride on the lap of Ishiguro who was sitting on a chair.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, your enjoyment with your husband is over, now it’s my turn.”

Ishiguro slammed in Emi’s demanding husband’s pussy.

“Heh heh heh, wonderful. The flesh inside is wrapped around my rod. Turns out she fucked her husband and even the inside was different.”

Ishiguro hugged Emi tightly and let her breasts press against his chest. It turned out that Ishiguro was just using Emi’s husband to make her burn with lust, and then Ishiguro himself came to enjoy it.

“Umm… you’re not human…” said Emi, blushing bright red.

Ishiguro tilted Emi’s upper body backward until the top of her head hit the ground.

“Hey, hey, hey, your husband is watching. Look at that defiant look on his face, now you see your husband with his face upside down!”

“That’s cruel… You’re not human!”

“You’re just being penetrated right now by me who isn’t human and still feeling pleasure.”

Ishiguro hugged Emi’s ass tightly and thrust violently in just such a position.

“Umm… ah…” Emi’s humming had changed, indicating that she was not far from orgasm. Tears appeared in Tohjang’s eyes and turned her face away.

“Turn her husband’s face away, that he may see his wife ascending to heaven.”

Ishiguro let out a smug laugh, then began to make the final stroke. At this point Emi had no disgust left, just letting her self body drift with the waves of her faculties.

“Heh heh heh heh, you seem extra happy.” Ishiguro grabbed Emi’s hair and pulled it upwards.

Emi’s body was as limp as a dead man’s, but Ishiguro still stuck his meat stick in Emi’s body and didn’t leave.

“How does it feel to do this in front of your husband? Now you know better than to be our woman!”

Ishiguro looked at Emi and laughed. Emi’s body was still gasping for air, showing how intense the behavior had just been.

At this point Emi hoped to leave Ishiguro’s body as soon as possible. However, not only did Ishiguro not leave, what was in her flesh began to regain its power.

“Ah… no… spare me…” Emi began to cry and beg as she felt the unusual sensations in her lower body.

“Heh heh heh heh, because your body is so good, I’m having this again. Don’t say again, several times.”

“Ah… no more…” Emi cried out in a weak voice.

“In order, it’s Kawabe’s turn. However, I am reluctant to leave you. However, Kawabe will protest.

Emi, what do you think should be done?” Recovering his spirit, Ishiguro said to Emi in a teasing tone.

“Ishiguro! Hurry up! It’s my turn.” Kawabe had urged from the sidelines with his lower half naked.

“There is a way to satisfy both Kawabe and I at the same time.” Ishiguro whispered in Emi’s ear, and Emi’s face immediately turned red.

“That kind of thing is horrible…”

“Keeping your husband alive is a relationship you begged for. If you don’t agree, kill him…”

“Don’t…” begged Emi with her eyes closed, “I’ll tell you, please don’t kill my husband…”

Emi’s whole body spasmed and she hung her head helplessly.

“Mr. Kawabe, that’s how reluctant I am to leave Mr. Ishiguro… so please play with my ass!”

Emi cried out after saying that.

“Oh, is it going to be in the ass? Are you taking both of us at the same time?” Kawabe asked deliberately.

“┅┅”

“Emi, isn’t it?”

“Yes… two of them together.”

“Heh heh heh, great.” Kawabe happily stroked Emi’s ass at such an unexpected surprise.

Ishiguro plunged his rod into Emi’s flesh, then slowly sat down on the floor, holding Emi tightly as he leaned back, Emi’s ass towering in front of Kawabe’s.

“Wait… take him away first… I don’t want to be in front of my husband.” Emi begged desperately.

“You’re more enthusiastic when you have a husband to watch, aren’t you? Just do it for him.”

Ishiguro had begun to move inside Emi’s body, stabbing violently upwards with terrifying force.

“Umm… no… no…” Emi whimpered as her sad face was turned in her husband’s direction.

Tojang’s head was controlled by the black man, his face stained with teardrops. The angry expression had disappeared and a pleading grunt escaped from her nostrils, made even more pathetic by the tape that had been applied above and below her eyes.

“Ah… you forgive me.” Emi only repeated these words dreamily.

The snow-white ass was right in front of Kawanabe’s eyes, and the way it twisted in response to Ishiguro’s movements was really sexy. Kawanabe couldn’t help but spread the buttocks firmly and slide his fingers inside.

“Ah… Shame on you…”

Emi desperately wiggled her ass to escape, but her body could only tremble as Ishiguro thrust his rod, unable to escape.

“Heh heh heh heh, so it was inserted this deep, no wonder Ishiguro didn’t want to leave.”

“Don’t… spare me!”

“Why do you say such things, I’m just about to start.” Kawabe’s fingers touched the daisy bud.

Emi was crying and contracting her anus, but the growing sensuality was so intense that there was no way to push on the sphincter.

“It seems to be especially sensitive today, your anus is already soft.”

Emi having such a quick response pleased Kawabe immensely, as if she had taken the initiative to open her anus in welcome.

“Ah… Shame on you…”

“What’s going to make you die of shame is about to begin.” Ishiguro proudly increased his tempo and Kawabe’s fingers rubbed deeper.

It was as if Emi had forgotten that her husband was right in front of her and was just wiggling her ass. There was no longer any sense of disgust or humiliation, just a strong sensuality racing towards orgasm.

“Emi, you’re so good… I can’t stand it anymore!” Shihei’s red face made a humming sound, and Emi didn’t realize that she was challenging Shihei very aggressively.

“Emi, I want your body to know once and for all that you are a woman.”

Kawabe held Emi’s writhing ass as his lower body slowly pushed forward.

（４）

The fiery sun beamed down on Emi’s face, causing her to wake up at nine o’clock the next morning, her body and mind so heavy that she was completely deflated.

“Emi, you’re awake.”

Ishiguro’s breath sprayed on the base of his ears as his bodies leaned together. Emi instinctively twisted her body, and in that moment, realized the horrible truth, it turned out that Ishiguro’s penis was still inserted in Emi’s anus.

Ishiguro and Kawabe were taking turns thrusting back and forth, and Emi woke up and passed out several times. Last night, she had fallen asleep with constant penetration, and Emi had been surprised by Ishiguro’s unusual energy.

The iron refining on his hands had been undone, and there was no sign of his husband, who had probably been sent back to the cage.

“Emi, you were crazy last night!” Ishiguro’s body slowly left, and Emi’s lower half of her body was paralyzed as if it was burning.

Emi looked at Ishiguro with a deflated gaze, then slowly raised her upper body. Pulling the hem of her blouse in place, she lowered the skirt that had ridden up to her belly button.

(It seems to have gone too far… and judging from this state, I won’t be able to move for two or three days.) Shi Hei pulled up Jangmi’s lower body with his hand and let out a bitter laugh, but Shi Hei’s sinister blood was still boiling.

Even if you can’t have intercourse… Ishiguro already had a cruel plan to toy with Emi.

Emi didn’t get up until after breakfast because her urine had risen to its limit, Emi stood up and waddled towards the grass when Ishiguro called her to a halt: “Emi, where are you going?”

“I’ll go…”

The trembling thighs formed a suggestion, and Ishiguro’s cruel blood boiled as a result.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to relieve myself…”

Emi didn’t even seem to have the strength to speak, and Ishiguro could see that she was developing a fear of being toyed with.

“Heh heh heh, bear with me a little longer, there’s something for you to do now.” Ishiguro grabbed Emi’s hand and pulled her back.

“Stop torturing me…” the intense fear made Emi’s knees tremble.

The black people came over when they heard Ishiguro’s shouts, and that’s when Kawanabe spread out the very large paper, with Ishiguro holding three brushes in his hands. Knowing that she would be humiliated, but not knowing what she was going to do, Emi’s fear grew stronger.

“Emi, to write ‘I am a slave’ on this piece of paper as a memento of your transformation into my woman.” Ishiguro said with a smirk.

“Writing…?”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, wanna pee now? Pee here before you write!” Ishiguro put the washbasin on the table.

“That’s… too much!” This demand made Emi start to sob: “Please… don’t humiliate me anymore…”

“I’ve wanted to see you pee for a long time, show me!” Ishiguro pushed Emi onto the table.

“This is too much… stop torturing me!”

“Pee in the washbasin now, or your husband will be brought here.” That one sentence had a decisive effect.

“Don’t! How far must you humiliate me before you are satisfied?” Emi cried and tried to get off the table.

“Hey! Bring her husband!”

“No, don’t! Don’t bring him!” Emi’s body crouched over the basin.

“ah… uh…”

Emi closed her eyes, desperately tugging at her skirt to no avail, and she could see inside through her parted thighs.

“Umm… don’t look…” just as Emi shook her head, a stream of water jetted into the washbasin.

“This looks wonderful!” Ishiguro said in an excited tone.

“Umm…” Emi shook her head vigorously while continuing to squirt, the teardrops on her face illustrating Emi’s emotions.

“Hey, hey, hey, that’s a lot!” Ishiguro said, looking at the washbasin.

“Ah… don’t look!” Knowing that the men were looking at the washbasin, Emi felt embarrassed.

Ishiguro brought the washbasin to the floor and told Emi to get off the table.

“This paper turns red when it’s stained with amonia, so you write with what you pee out, but use here.” Kawabe slaps Emi’s ass.

Ishiguro squatted in front of Emi: “You’re going to put one leg on my shoulder.”

“Spare me…” said Emi, struggling in Kawabe’s hands.

“Hurry up!” Ishiguro roared angrily while hitting Emi’s face. Emi completely lost her strength to resist and placed her thighs on Ishiguro’s shoulders.

“Heh heh heh heh, piss makes this place wet.”

“Ah… don’t look, I’m embarrassed…” Probably feeling shame again, Emi began to wiggle her buttocks.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, is it peeing out of here?”

“Ah… don’t touch there…” Emi’s lower body began to tense.

Ishiguro took the thinnest of the brushes and held the quill against the urethra.

“Ah… not in a place like that… spare me…” The sensation of a foreign object thrusting in caused Emi to squeal.

“To spread your legs wider.”

“That… ah…” cried Emi, also annoyingly.

“Emi, you need to clamp down indeed.”

“Ah… no…”

Ishiguro slowly pushed the pen inward.

“Heh heh heh heh, stuck it in the urethra. Now write ‘I am a slave’ with this pen. Then, stick a thick pen in here to write. The last thing is to stick this pen, which is not thick or thin, in your asshole and write.”

Emi’s whole body trembled when she realized what Ishiguro was trying to do.

“That would be horrible… I’m already your woman… just don’t humiliate me anymore…”

“And you say such things. To be our woman you have to be obedient.” Jiang Mei received several slaps on her face.

“Don’t hit me… spare me…”

“It’s like you can’t get over your husband. Want to colonic in front of your husband now, do you?”

Emi began to lower her head and cry: “I’m sorry… I do… I’m sorry…”

“Then let’s get started!”

Emi’s ass sank downward, probably from shame, and the tip of the pen trembled, the tip of the pen stained with the liquid from the wash basin.

“Write it correctly and rewrite it if you don’t.” Ishiguro leaned his face to the ground to watch.

Emi’s ass began to wiggle as she squatted down.

“To ask me to do such a thing… it’s too much… you’re not human beings…”

Emi’s cries trembled and her buttocks were spanked when she didn’t write properly. When they finally finished writing, the men laughed with delight.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, good writing. This one is going to be written anally.”

Ishiguro slowly pulled out the thin pen and immediately inserted another into his anus, such stimulation reminded Emi of last night.

（５）

Jangmi begged desperately, “I have become a body that has no way to return to my husband. I’m willing to be your woman, but let my husband and children go home…”

Presumably, Emi’s constant pleading softened Ishiguro, promising to let her husband and son go when they reached the next municipality.

The jeep and van finally reached the outskirts of the municipality.

“Emi, let your husband’s son go free when you leave tomorrow morning, but take you out into the street tonight.”

After Ishiguro finished, he let Emi get into the jeep and drove towards the street. There was an unusual atmosphere on the street, and black people with guns could be seen everywhere. Ishiguro seemed to have a lot of power, and the black people nodded their heads in greeting to him.

Emi was taken to a hotel in the center of town. As they entered, they felt a heat inside, and the men inside turned their heads together to look at Emi. Japanese beauties were probably rare here, so all the men stared with wide eyes. Emi couldn’t help but stop walking and dare not go any further, her beautiful legs trembling a little under her mini-skirt.

“Don’t be afraid, you’re my woman, won’t let them mess around.” Shi Hei smiled and pulled Jiang Mei’s hand hard toward the basement.

The entrance to the stairs had a very thick iron gate, and four armed Negroes were there to guard it, so it was clear that the basement was a very important place.

Going down the dark stairs, the field of vision suddenly opened up. It was an unusual view that Emi had never seen before. There was a stage in the center with naked blonde women and men with whips, surrounded by Arabs, Orientals, and Americans.

“Twenty thousand dollars!”

“Twenty-two thousand dollars!” The men around the room were yelling.

“Emi, you know what? Hey, hey, hey, this is the Female Slave World Field. The blonde woman on that stage is being auctioned right now.”

Kang-mi’s face immediately turned pale: “This could happen…”

I remember reading in a magazine that there’s human trafficking nowadays. I didn’t realize this was one of those places…

“YEAH… The French girl just now, the last price was thirty thousand dollars. But she has beautiful breasts, not unlike yours.”

“Why did you bring me to such a place…” a terrible premonition arose in Emi’s mind.

(You don’t want to take me… I don’t want that… I don’t want that…)

Emi was no longer able to stand still, and without answering Emi’s question, Ishiguro pulled Emi down in the last seat.

“Oh, this time it’s an American woman with a hot ass.”

“You don’t think you’re going to take me…” said Emi, unable to stop herself from grabbing Ishiguro’s arm.

“Heh heh heh heh… you’re right. My profession is to find beautiful women, and this is the place to auction them off.”

Ishiguro’s words almost made Emi faint.

“Oo…” When Emi tried to scream, Ishiguro’s hand gagged her.

(It’s true… it’s true…) The thought of being put up for auction created a strong feeling of fear in Emi’s heart.

“Emi, don’t be in a hurry, it’s not you I want to auction off, it’s your husband and child. There’s been a lot of gay rich guys lately, heh heh heh heh!”

After Shi Hei finished speaking, he slowly let go of Jiang Mei’s mouth, Jiang Mei never dreamed that Shi Hei would say such words. In fact, in Shi Hei’s words, skillfully set up a trap for Jiang Mei to fall down.

“Ah… this is too much…”

“Of course, your price will be better. However, you are my woman, so I have decided to sell your husband and son.”

“Please… don’t do that…” begged Emi desperately. Her determination to protect her husband and son at the expense of herself was what kept her enduring the abuse. Therefore, there was a tragic sense of mission in Emi’s pleas.

“You say no, you may not. But it’s going to put you up for auction.”

Ishiguro smiled smugly as he saw Emi cry, one step away from success.

At that moment an Arab came by, “Long time no see, ma’am. Is it true that you are selling your husband and child?” The Arab gazed at Emi, probably consulting with Ishiguro, and put on a pretty good show.

Emi felt despair at the sight of the Arab. It turned out that he was the Arab from the airplane, and it didn’t occur to him that this Arab was the slave trader.

“No, don’t harm my husband and son. But I… I…” Emi said and leaned against Ishiguro’s body and cried.

“Emi, was it you who was willing to be auctioned off?”

“It doesn’t matter what I become… but please, my husband and son…”

“All right! I promise to restore the freedom of your husband and son. Actually, I don’t really like selling children. However, you must behave yourself on stage.” Ishiguro said while stroking Emi’s black hair.

“Now, it’s going to be your turn. Just go to the stage!”

Ishiguro picked up Jiang Mei and ran onto the stage, those slave traders became dumbstruck and quiet when they saw Jiang Mei. Probably it was the first time for a Japanese beauty, plus the beauty of Jiang Mei, so the merchants were surprised.

“How about a Japanese beauty? Her name is Emi and she’s very mature and married.”

Ishiguro had the one hundred and sixty-seven centimeter Emi spin around on the stage. Pulling her blouse open to reveal her ample breasts, Ishiguro excitedly continued to take off Emi’s blouse.

“Look, you guys, how full her breasts are. The areolas aren’t too big or too small, and they’re beautifully shaped, soft and supple.” Ishiguro cupped Emi’s breasts and shook them.

Emi was already scared half to death, closing her eyes tightly and clenching her teeth. However, she could feel the men’s lustful sight and her body couldn’t help but tremble as a result.

Thinking that I was going to be sold into slavery…

(My dear, I’m going to hell… I’m asking you to take care of the baby… Forgive me…) Emi kept screaming this in her heart.

“Now it’s time to look at the bottom half!” With Ishiguro’s voice, Emi’s skirt fell to the floor.

“Ah… no…”

Emi’s ass was wiggling, and the way it flexed one leg to scramble for cover was really sexy.

“What plump thighs she has, and a bare pubic mound.” Ishiguro said as he stroked over the bare pubic mound.

“Don’t… oooh…” Emi wiggled her ass even harder and began to cry on her hands and face.

“I want to see the ass!” Someone on stage demanded in an excited voice.

“No need to rush, I’ll show you that too. Heh heh heh! She has the most wonderful ass.”

Ishiguro forced Emi, who was crying on her face, to turn around.

“Oh!”

From among the slave traders came cries of alarm, showing how plump and annoying Emi’s ass was.

“Such a beautiful ass, even French women don’t have it. Hey, hey, hey!”

Ishiguro slowly stroked on Enami’s ass, and there was no doubt that Enami’s body completely attracted the eyes of the slave traders. Her beautiful face, her body that is not inferior to Western women, and especially her plump ass, made the merchants crazy.

“Thirty-five hundred dollars!”

“Thirty-seven hundred!”

Prices are getting higher and higher, and the basement is filled with an unusual atmosphere.

Ishiguro suddenly grabbed one of Jiang Mei’s feet and raised it high, the shouts became more enthusiastic and finally broke through forty thousand dollars.

“Forty-one thousand!”

“Forty-one thousand five!” The merchant’s call grew louder and louder.

The one who finally won the bidding at the high price of forty-seven thousand dollars was the Arab just now.

The moment the deal was done, Emi fainted. What appeared in her mind was the Arab who had been wearing a lecherous smile.

(Continued from chapter 3, typed by “Yan Bei”)