Scanning correction: CSH
Chapter 3 The Joy of Beautiful Meat
(i)
Takako’s hair was completely loose, her face red with shame and excitement.
“You… don’t torture me, hurry up…”
As if forgetting about Michiya looking at her from directly in front of her, she desperately wiggled her ass to make the bed make kazi kazi noises, lewdly demanding. As she let out a sob-like gasping sound, yellow cream continued to flow from the corner of her mouth. Her hazel eyes looked at the rod that she had just coated with cream with her mouth, and her face showed an expression of urgent need.
Michiya is still saddened by the fact that Takako, whom he has loved with adoration, reveals this kind of mental breakdown, even though it is the result of torture. He wanted to see a resolute gesture of not giving in to any torture and loving him completely.
But on the other hand, it was also true that seeing Takako revealing a miserable image and writhing like a wild animal produced an abnormal exuberance that had never been seen before.
Takako, under the cold and endless torture of Shizuhiko, is also gradually revealing the weakness of a woman’s physiology, where it begins to fill with blood, bulge, and overflow with honey.
Zihiko is specializing in anal play for those who are about to undergo a second breaking of the melon.
“It’s as if there’s no need to put cream on here.”
At this point the buds are rubbed and feel attractive just by putting your finger on them.
“It tickles… please…”
Takako wiggled her ass and cried in spite of everything. The medicine applied to minimize the pain irritated the sphincter and the walls of the flesh, causing it to continue to itch. And there was also the fear of the paralyzed sphincter relaxing and letting out its contents. No matter what the situation is, it causes the desire to stuff the anus solidly and rub it thoroughly.
“But this is the first time…”
I had thought that Minue was playing nursing compassion.
“It’s just beautiful, and with hemorrhoids it’s ugly.”
Toshie says something that will make Takako fall into the hell of humiliation again.
“Use this thing.”
She took out a stick of melted cream that had been filled into a syringe and solidified into a stick three centimeters in diameter and ten centimeters long.
“Let’s start off with this.”
Zihiko took it in her hand, and it immediately began to melt where her fingers touched it.
Takako’s chrysanthemum bud had been rubbed, fiery to the point of pre-explosion, to the point of giving off a sultry odor. What would happen if you stuck a creamsicle in here?
Lifting her hazel eyes, it was the sight of that evil thing that had your son only shaking his head feebly! The itching sensation had reached an intolerable level, and she was willing to accept any request as long as it solved the problem.
“Doya… don’t look at me… you can gently gimme this way… but I can’t stand it anymore…” cried Takako as she finished her sentence. Immediately, however, she snapped her head up again and cried out in a miserable voice.
“Please hurry!”
Zihiko nodded contentedly, placing the creamsicle in her hand squarely on the soon-to-explode daisy bud.
“Ouch…” Your son screamed out in a miserable voice.
“Ah… I’m going crazy…”
Takako kept shaking her head, there was no way to clench her teeth, which made a kazikazi sound as they met.
“This tastes nothing like a tuning rod, does it?”
“Ah…”
As if she was about to suffocate, Takako screamed lifelessly.
I don’t know how to describe this feeling, the feeling of slowly melting beyond my grasp…
Takako let out a whimpering cry from her lovely snow-white throat.
(II)
“Ma’am, clip off once about a third of the way in.”
Toshie reached out her hands from behind to play with Takako’s breasts while saying it beside her fiery face.
“Just push as hard as a bowel movement seems to be.”
Hearing such revealing words, Takako shook her seaweed-like mess of hair and screamed.
“Do what she says.” Zihiko began to urge.
“Sad… I’m sad…”
Takako bared her teeth and let out a grunt. At the same time the sweat-stained thighs began to tremble, and the petals wriggled with it. At that very moment, the anus into which the cream stick was inserted shrunk violently, and indeed bit off the cream stick.
“Ma’am, you’re amazing.”
“Do-ya… I want to die…”
Takako lowered her head and sobbed because she showed her ugly face in front of the man she loved. The chrysanthemum buds that showed the stunt were slightly writhing at this time emitting a yellow luster.
Takako thus bites off the creamsicle in three parts, and the creamsicle enters her stomach completely.
“You… it’s okay… I can’t… anymore…”
Takako’s pleading voice was heartbreaking. At this point her anus squirmed even more, probably with all her might to stop the melted stuff from flowing out.
“The more you endure, the more it hurts, I guess.”
“No… settle it for me!”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Hurry… end this…”
“What exactly is going to end?”
Guiko had gone semi-crazy.
“In my ass…”
Blushing even more after saying this, he shook his head as if he had no life.
“I’m dry on this side, melt it again with your mouth.”
“Yes…”
Not caring that Doyle was gazing in front of her, she threw her head hard and opened her mouth to take the meat stick that was brought to her into her mouth. Humming continuously from her nose, she soon began to bob her head up and down, making extremely bold movements.
“Good, very good, your son.”
Zihiko is content to leave the body.
“Minie, pull your hair so I can get a good look at her face.”
“Yes.”
Minue used both hands to pull her hair behind her head.
“I’m afraid…”
Although Takako closed her eyes in resignation, the intense feeling of fear made it difficult for her to breathe.
“Don’t push the anus, try to relax.”
Toshie has as much encouragement as there is for the patient on the operating table.
Zihiko took the cushion and placed it under her waist to elevate her ass, her hands controlling her legs apart to the maximum, and then stimulated Takako’s tense-to-the-point-of-nervousness spirit with her own thing.
“Please… will you…”
“Let me ease your mind a little.”
Minue rubbed one hand over the fleshy bud at the top of the petal.
“Well? So comfortable you can’t help but scream, can you?”
As Toshie said, Takako kept mumbling at this point, but it was all meaningless words. She was almost on the verge of passing out at this point. Every time she touched it a few times, the area would heat up like fire, and a feeling of humiliation that would make her vomit would well up, while the urgent need to do so paralyzed her entire body.
(Don’t torture me… just finish it…)
The area that had been gently rubbing was suddenly hard. Takako cried out making her head sink into the mattress.
(Ah… my ass…)
On the first night of their marriage, the same feelings arose the moment her husband’s thing came in. But then there was only intense shyness, but now it was lustful arousal that made her impatient to push.
“Relax your stomach.”
“It hurts… don’t…”
Ignoring her screams and pleas, she forced the intrusion. The pain of the hot bed made Takako cry like crazy.
“Dying! Ah… no!”
Crying like a little girl.
But on the other hand, the sensation of being exploited for the first time, the itchiness is soothed and pleasure slowly emerges amidst the fiery bed of pain.
Zihiko’s body continued to go deeper, burying even the root deep inside. The fear of possibly splitting open connected with a very shameful place, and an overwhelming sense of shame pressed against Takako’s heart.
“Ah… what should I do?”
Her hair was still gripped in Toshie’s hand, but Takako shook her head violently in spite of everything.
The thing inserted inside began to move slowly.
“No, stop…”
Your son was panicked to the core. It was as if there were flames and hot sparks all around.
“Yo, like it’s sexy already.”
Toshie’s fingers stirred in the wet, fleshy hole.
“The way her eyes were like a line, and the way she furrowed her brow and clenched her teeth, was truly bewitching. Your son…”
It was as if the husband’s voice came from a very distant place.
“And so gluttonous.”
“Oops… spare me…”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, you screamed as if you were going to bite my thing off.”
Pain and pleasure, humiliation and intoxication mixed together in an indescribable trance that made Takako’s whole body tremble. That sense of urgency was fully expressed on her face for Shizuhiko to see. And there was a defiant wave of whimpering and whimpering in pain.
“Ah! It’s heaven.”
When she heard her husband’s voice, Takako felt what was in her ass begin to swell even more.
(Ah… Darling…)
In a fire-filled trance, Takako violently ejected a large amount of nectar climbing to the top. At the same time, when she felt her husband’s ejaculation shoot deep into her, her whole body trembled with that lustful feeling and she let out a strange bird-like sound and fainted.
(Senator)
Michiya gazed at Takako’s unconscious form in a daze.
Takako’s body was bundled up like a sea shrimp and was covered in sweat. But also unaware of the immensely lewd gesture exposed, quietly sleeping in ecstasy.
Under the black hair that was as messy as seaweed, a beautiful face of pink excitement was revealed, and the lips that had fallen off from the lipstick slightly showed teeth, and the way she breathed softly was like a young woman who had just given birth.
However, once you turn your eyes to your lower body, it’s a miserable battlefield.
Not only was everything exposed, but all the sensory organs of the woman’s flesh showed complete evidence of utilizing their functions to the fullest extent, as if they were still enjoying the afterglow of their lustful writhing.
Petals and buds show signs of being blown by spring. Occasionally the front end of the bud shakes a few times and the petals suddenly contract, is this a sign that they are not finished?
The bud was tightly closed, unlike a moment ago when there was something huge stuck in it. Just as if it couldn’t forget the pain of the moment, the slightly exposed pink walls of flesh seemed to be trembling.
No more than a tragic gesture of submission as a result of being thoroughly raped. Seeing such a posture, it is a hundred year old love affair that will cool down, but as long as a man sees such flesh, it is bound to arouse a strong animalistic desire.
“Hey, how long are you going to sleep like this comfortably without waking up?”
Shizuhiko grabbed Takako’s hair and shook it.
Takako slowly opened her eyes, which still left a strong color of intoxication.
“Aren’t you embarrassed by this ugly look?”
It was as if your son finally came to his senses at this point. A shriek escaped her lips, her cheeks quickly flushed, and she began to wriggle her body to show her shy feelings. Especially after being defiled, her appearance was completely exposed to her lover, making it unbearable for her. Crying and struggling hard, she tried to turn her body around.
“It’s too late now. There’s your lover in there, taking advantage of your unconsciousness, staring wide-eyed and dying to take a bite out of this place.”
At the place there being touched with a finger by Zihiko, Takako let out a squeal and her toenails immediately flipped upwards.
“Look closely, here’s the proof. It’s unembarrassingly straight here.”
Doyle’s face in the hood felt a fiery heat and twisted his body in pain, grunts only coming from his nostrils.
“It’s not surprising for a young man when you can only watch and not fuck.”
“Michiya, I want to die!”
“Hey, Takako, you’ve just gotten a taste of the thrill you’ll pass out, wouldn’t it be a shame to die like that?
Don’t be righteous with your lover. Because this guy has a sex drive, you have just as much right to have a sex drive.”
Takako whimpered in agony as if she couldn’t hear her husband mocking either. The self-consciousness that she had completely forgotten when she was in trance now tormented Takako’s mind, making her feel ashamed of herself. And it wasn’t even normal intercourse, it was perverted anal coitus. Even though it was forced, it showed that kind of intense pleasure.
(Wanting to die… might as well be dead…)
Even to the point of feeling resentful that Doyle has eyes too.
That’s when Zihiko brought the filthy rod to her, as if to push her into the abyss of humiliation.
“It’s stuffed in your stomach. It should be your responsibility to lick it clean with your tongue.”
As Zihiko’s hands grabbed his hair, the smell began to be strong as well. The strong feeling in her heart caused Takako to furrow her beautiful brow. Ignoring the pain of her hair roots being uprooted, she desperately twisted her head hard.
“Don’t… don’t… ah… too much…”
Zihiko’s hand began to slap. The atrocity stimulated his own desire, rejuvenating what had shriveled a moment ago.
One side of the beating pushed the beginning of erection against the whimpering mouth. The expression of the tightly closed mouth gradually began to succumb to the violence.
“Oooo… ah…”
Your son exclaimed before turning into a demented expression.
“Hey, no slacking off.”
Shizuhiko shakes Takako’s head. Teardrops flowed from Takako’s closed eyes. Her throat gurgled as if she was about to vomit.
“It’s also tasteful to use a beautiful woman like that. Get it, you beautiful man.”
Shizuhiko said to Michiya proudly. While letting Takako serve with her mouth, one hand plays with Takako’s protruding nipples.
(Guizi! Bite his thing off!)
Michiya yelled from his hood. The dark feeling of despair weighed even heavier on her heart than it had a moment ago. For she was in such humiliation at the mysterious hole at the base of Takako’s parted thighs, dried a moment ago but now starting to get wet again.
(Women are filthy beasts.)
(Wrecker)
“How about it, white boy, do you want to mate with this sow?”
Zihiko said as she pulled out her rod and then pointed her finger at the sobbing Takako. It was an idea that even Toshie hadn’t thought of, but it showed how happy Zihiko was.
“It’s a shame to part with a woman who once slept in a bed like this. I am asking you to mate one last time.”
Dao was also confused as he could not surmise Shigeko’s true intentions. Of course I want your son’s body, but….
“Well, don’t you want any more for such a lewd and depraved woman?”
“Doya… no… you can’t… you can’t have sex with me.” Your son’s voice trembled.
Of course I would love it if it was in a love nest, but this is a trap for humiliating the two of them. Seeing the two of them copulate in humiliation could be a great laugh. Takako felt that she would rather die than be sacrificed in this way, also because of her deep love for Michiya.
“I’ll wait ten seconds for you.”
“Michiya, you should refuse if you still love me.”
“No fool would ever love a woman like you again. Five seconds left.”
Michiya displays a bitter look. Of course he understood Takako’s claim, but his love for Takako hadn’t completely disappeared. But the pure love that was like an elopement can be said to no longer exist, so what Shizuhiko said wasn’t wrong.
“Two seconds… one second… Have you made up your mind yet? Answer with a nod or a shake of the head.”
“Michiya, please don’t…”
Takako’s blood-spitting pleas fall flat as well, and Michiya has nodded his head. Zihiko lets out a devilishly triumphant laugh as Takako cries in agony.
(Forgive me… I just can’t stand it anymore!)
Seeing Takako’s lamenting look, Michiya hung his head helplessly. However, his lower body stood up even more vigorously.
“There’s one thing to do before you copulate, okay?”
Dao also nodded feebly like a defeated dog.
“It means licking Guiko’s there clean with your mouth and tongue.”
Before Michiya could answer, Takako screamed loudly and miserably.
“Don’t! Definitely don’t want Michiya to do that kind of thing.”
This screaming of Takako’s instead urged Michiya, who turned out to have the same sadistic desires as the average man.
After freeing himself from the pole, his hands were cuffed behind his back, a dog collar with a locking reflex was put on, and the mouth gag on his hood was removed. For the first time since being locked in the basement, he was able to talk to someone other than Tomoko.
“Guiko… forgive me… I need you so much.”
“Doya… we… are finished…”
“┅┅”
Michiya let out a beastly grunt, as if to gag Takako, and coming to the edge of the bed where Takako had spread her lower body, he pressed his mouth tightly against it.
“Don’t… don’t…”
Disgust caused Takako’s teeth to click together, lifting her lower forehead and tilting her head back. Wiggling her ass hard to avoid Michiya’s tongue, but there was no way to move her body, which was tied up in the shape of a shrimp. In contrast, Michiya’s body was still able to move freely.
Dao also whimpered in his throat like a coyote does when he craves meat, desperately sucking up the scraps left behind by Guiding’s passion.
Even as she cried, Takako had to admit that her disgust was fading through Michiya’s actions.
(Ah… not in that place… it’s dirty…)
Takako couldn’t help but recall at this point that when they ran away together, in the midst of their insecurities and fears it seemed as if the only way to have peace of mind was to revel in making love.
“OHH YES., just now I was screaming no, but now I’m much more honest.”
Zihiko and Toshie looked at each other and laughed.
“That’s for sure, they love each other. Yo, look at the way the Mrs. squints her eyes like that and her hands are still shaking…”
Michiya couldn’t even listen to those words, all of his mind was focused on his tongue, kissing on the walls of his lover’s flesh. With the aroma slowly overflowing from the woman’s body, Michiya felt a wonderful sense of intoxication. He couldn’t wait to get his body into this hole.
“Ah… not there…”
The moment Michiya’s tongue moved to the slightly bulging and turgid bud, Takako let out a violent squeal and her legs trembled together.
“Ah… Doya…”
Letting out a breathless grunt from her throat, Takako desperately shook her head. The intense feeling of being caressed by her lover in that place was accompanied by a paralyzing and pleasant itch from that place.
“It’s just hard to watch, it’s unreserved wave crying.”
Shizuhiko, probably a little jealous, slapped lightly on the face of Takako, who had tilted her head to show her snow-white neck.
“Ah… no… Doya… no…”
Takako’s ass began to push upward, already in a spiral of pleasure.
“Now, you may have coitus.”
Shizuhiko used the iron refining to pull apart what looked like two dogs happily playing together.
Toshie untied the rope around Takako’s lower body.
“So that you can fuck to your heart’s content, right?”
Takako’s lower body was free, but as if completely paralyzed, her legs were lewdly spread apart and she didn’t move.
The bare lower abdomen kept rising and falling.
Michiya’s eyes gazed like mad dogs on the slit bulging with blood.
“Go on!” Zihiko urged with a smack on Doyle’s ass.
“Gui… Guizi…”
“No!”
Takako tried to twist her upper body, which was handcuffed behind her back, to get down, but Michiya lunged lifelessly toward the plump lower body.
“What’s up with that, it’s not like we don’t know the dry method.”
“Takako! Spread your legs!”
“No! Doya… is too much!”
“When a woman’s hands are not free, it is the woman who lies prone with her buttocks elevated… that is, the dog’s position of sexual intercourse that is the easiest for coitus.”
“Nice. Guizi, lift your ass a little faster. By the look of his urgency, it might be too late.”
“No… no!”
“Your son… please!”
“Maybe it’s that this is the last time. Be gentle with him. Mr. Dean has promised to do the same.”
Even though she knew everything was a lie, there was no way for Takako to continue refusing Kagome’s demands like a naughty child. Humiliation made her body hot as fire, but still she lay prone and then pushed her knees hard, raising her snow-white ass high in the air.
“Ahhh! How obscene…”
Takako almost bit through the sheets with hatred for the position she had taken. This was exactly the position of a bitch seducing a male dog. Moreover, after Michiya’s licking just now, the raised part bloomed wetly and gave off a female aroma.
“Your son…” said Doya, almost crying, moving forward on his knees.
“Is it a smooth bond now without using your hands?”
“Ma’am, it’s just too pathetic for him to be able to get right on target when you’re jerking your hips like that.”
Takako heard Toshie’s words and the hot fire of humiliation shot upward, and just as she tried to say a word of defiance, Michiya’s rod stabbed into the target.
“Umm… ah…”
“Your son… ah…”
“Don’t… like this… don’t…”
But Takako’s desperate call seemed to be silenced by Michiya’s rent-violent movements as well, and her voice gradually became smaller, quickly diminishing, and soon turning into a mournful whimper.
(Ng)
Elder Kodoshima Yukichi had a few hours every afternoon to watch Mika pass. Sometimes from the fluoroscopy room he kept watching the various actions she did while locked up alone, sometimes tying Mika naked to a post and not getting tired of saying silly things.
Mika of course never dreamed that someone would be watching her in a see-through room. Thinking that she was alone she made uninhibited movements. Peeking at her like this is an old man’s hobby. It can be said that old people with declining energy can only use this as a way to fulfill their heart’s desires.
Mika was completely unencumbered when she was alone in her room. Although there was no belt, she was also allowed to wear a red robe. It was actually just for the added pleasure of the old man peeking in.
A lonely Mika usually sits sideways on her bed and stares. In this way Mika still looks like a child. Occasionally biting her fingernails and ruffling her hair with her thin white fingers, at this time the robe without a belt slipped down from her shoulders, revealing her plump breasts, or showing her arms, and also sometimes revealing the roots of her snow-white thighs. However, one’s relationship, and do not want to immediately cover with a robe.
The old man loved her natural sensuality. Perhaps in his mind he fantasized about the nobleman’s daughter falling into misery. A young whore… who is not yet plump enough… The red robe is an indispensable gadget.
On the other hand, whenever the old man appeared in front of Mika, he would definitely make her naked.
Naked, leaning against a post with his hands cuffed behind it. Looking at this position from the front, the old man gets the impression that he is not restrained and is just putting his hands behind his back. The old man just loves to look at such naked flesh.
There was only one spot of short hair that seemed to leave a dark shadow on her lower abdomen, which was an eyesore for the old man, but was left for the pleasure of the broken woman. After the breaking of the melon, to commemorate the fact that he had made this woman leave her virginity, he shaved off her hair… This was the old man’s plan.
The old man would not touch Mika’s skin often. He would only occasionally hunch over and look greedily at Miyuka’s writhing flesh with sunken eyes. He would only occasionally go over and touch her breasts, as if to test whether they were still as elastic. Or touch the short pubic hair, enjoying the touch of the smooth skin with moisture at the base of the thighs, and would never do anything that could be described as torture. Just as he did in the perspective room, he used Mika’s body as a media to pursue his fantasies….
To this fantasy the old man sometimes talked to himself.
“I remember it was the year after the end of World War II… when Viscount XX’s young lady fell to…”
“Baron XX’s youngest grandmother leaves her in-laws in Kyoto to become a surprisingly sexy woman…”
Mika also had aristocratic blood in her, and hearing this ugly old man in front of her say how he abused those aristocratic beauties back then, Mika would get goose bumps all over her body.
It’s better to lose your virginity sooner rather than later when you have such horrible encounters every day.
“Beautiful… so beautiful…”
Murmuring such incantation-like words, she touched her breasts with her leathery hands. Mika felt as if she had become a victim of some heretical religion.
Secretary Okawa, who often followed the old man around like a shadow, was absent only on this day. It was because he received a call from Yasuko Shiro in the morning.
“Her call was for me.”
Oikawa covered the intercom with his palm and reported to the old man.
“Probably hooked on the taste of your anal sex.”
The old man snorted. When you get older, you don’t like older, whether it’s a pretty girl or an actress. Mika or Tomoko were already maxed out.
“I have no problem with that, of course, but I’m a secretary, exactly, and will have to get permission from the old man.”
Oikawa said to the phone in a coping tone.
“No need to have scruples about me, you agreed to meet with her.”
“Yes…”
It was then that Oikawa went back to his apartment where he was going to talk about Shiro Yasuko’s problems.
Happy Sick House (below) (06)
Scanning correction: CSH
Chapter 3 The Joy of Beautiful Meat
(Luk)
“My husband knew very well that divorcing me would be very bad for the election, so he absolutely refused to agree to divorce me. But there was no way to file a lawsuit… and the result of such negotiations was that on the surface, he maintained the same life as in the past, but in reality, there was no content at all in the couple’s life.”
“I see. So, what is it that you want to discuss with me?”
Oikawa still maintained his characteristic cold attitude and looked at Yasuko with expressionless eyes. Yasuko couldn’t help but lower her head, but you could still tell that her face was starting to blush. Then she slowly raised her head to show a resentful expression with her moist gaze. As if to show… why do I need to say it completely. However, Oikawa continued to remain aloof.
After a moment of silence, suddenly Yasuko revealed a whimpering voice, her shoulders trembled along with it, and her tear-stained eyes looked at Oikawa as if she was speaking, then as if she had made up her mind, she came over and hugged Oikawa’s legs.
“Please… I…”
Oikawa frowned a bit pulling away from Yasuko’s hand.
“What exactly is the matter?”
“I… humiliate me… like last time… torture me thoroughly…”
The old man was right when he said she was hooked on anal sex, as if he was right.
“Since I have been asked to torture you, it is necessary to make up your mind completely, isn’t it, Ms. Star?”
Yasuko nodded her head repeatedly as if she was overjoyed, which made her cry out loud as if her heart was at ease. As if abandoning all reserve and throwing herself into a man’s arms was the only expression of salvation.
Oikawa stood up and pulled his belt from his pants while pulling them down to reveal his lower half.
“First show your ass, then talk.”
Taking the belt with his right hand and hitting it on the table a little bit, as if to lift his spirits. He is asking the woman in the sexy dress to completely abandon her self-respect and ask her to perform oral sex.
Shiroe Anko knelt there, first lifting her skirt up high, then pulling her light purple panties down to her knees, revealing her plump, bouncy, snow-white ass. Then like she couldn’t wait, she held Oikawa’s exposed thing with her snow-white fingers.
“Is that so…”
Raising her wet and shy eyes to look at Oikawa, she then brought her red lips closer to the glans.
“You can’t get this thing out of your head, can you?”
Yasuko’s face is about to burst into flames as Oikawa rubs the strap across her plump ass to stimulate it. When the belt hits her bare ass, Yasuko squints her eyes and twists her willowy waist as if that’s what’s comfortable, licking it with her tongue sticking out long and hard.
“You’re a sadistic woman to have only one time and you can’t forget what it was like.”
Oikawa switched to slapping his palms on his snow-white ass. The lips that held the glans in her mouth tightened with each smack on her ass. The beautiful hair began to fall apart and her cheeks flushed even more with excitement.
“How many men did you sleep with in your days as an actor? Who taught you this method?”
Oikawa asked for a spanking on one side. Known as a princess in her days as an actress, specializing in innocent roles, such a woman is so skilled at this sort of thing that it’s comical to see her previous impressions shattered.
“With such a lovely mouth…”
Yasuko was fifteen or sixteen years old when she debuted. Fantasizing about being raped by a producer, director, or horny male actor at that time and learning this sexual technique, Oikawa’s emotions got a little excited.
“Swallow it all, okay?”
Yasuko’s hair shook slightly, that was her nodding her head.
Oikawa has honed his ejaculation control to the point where he is comfortable with it, and he is now willing to cum just to defile Yasuko. Oikawa spanks Yasuko’s ass while he cums heavily into Yasuko’s mouth.
“┅┅”
Yasuko couldn’t make a sound, there were many beads of sweat on her face and the redness had faded. A gurgling sound was soon heard from her throat while locking her brows.
(G)
Yasuko went to the bathroom to get her mouth cleaned and returned to the bedroom when Oikawa had changed into a robe. Yasuko had reapplied her makeup and her face was back to life. The slightly reddened expression at the corners of her graceful eyes was adorable.
Pick up the beer bottle on the table and pour Oikawa a drink.
“When did you become a woman?”
“A long, long time ago.”
“Be honest about it.”
Seeing Oikawa’s gaze that said Lee, the beer bottle clattered against the glass.
“Shortly after his debut… by the man he played opposite…”
Yasuko softly said the famous actor’s name and her face immediately turned red. It was said that women couldn’t forget their first man, and Yasuko seemed to be the same.
Oikawa poured the white bubbling beer in his hand onto Yasuko’s snow-white breasts in one fell swoop.
“Ah!”
In that moment Yasuko’s cheeks twitched, but Oikawa was looking at her without expression.
“You’re so cruel.”
The feeling of cool liquid running down her cleavage made Yasuko shiver. The expensive pajamas she had specially purchased for the day had her breasts completely wet with beer, and even the color of her nipples was clearly visible through the thin layer of cloth.
“Strip, Ms. Star, strip and stand there naked for me.”
Oikawa said as he poured himself a new beer and sipped it.
“You’re a terrible person…”
Yasuko stood up, terrified as if her teeth were kazzing and had to clench her teeth, and began to take off her pajamas.
Oikawa’s eyes sleepily gazed at the beer-stained breasts, the nipples so full of freshness. He had played with this flesh thoroughly before, but that time the light was dim, now it was bright daylight, and the two of them were in completely different positions.
“You have a great body, young and sexy.”
“The room is too bright… it’s too embarrassing to show you like this…”
Slightly twisting the equalized flesh, the snow-white stomach gently undulated. The depths of her lower body with sadistic desires may have reacted to Oikawa’s visual rape.
As if he could see inside the woman’s flesh, Oikawa suddenly hugged her over, stuck his tongue into the other woman’s mouth, and started rubbing her breasts. The desire that Yasuko had been waiting for in her flesh exploded at the same time. Snow-white arms wrapped around the man’s thick neck.
“Umm…” Yasuko tilted her beautiful forehead up when Oikawa withdrew his tongue.
“Ah… you’re so hateful… what did you think when you first saw me?”
Without answering to Yasuko’s question, Oikawa gently bites the erect nipple.
“Ouch…”
As she wriggled her back in pain, Oikawa picked up the snow-white nude body and dropped it on the bed for her to lie prone.
“Hold your ass up high.”
“You’re so cruel…”
The beautiful woman raised her ass with the graceful movements characteristic of a woman, although she made a shy sound.
“Spread your legs, and spread them as far apart as you can for me!”
“Ah… embarrassed…”
The beautiful woman, once a famous actress, leaned her flushed face against the sheets and spread her legs apart while wiggling her ass.
“Has it always been itchy here since that time?”
Oikawa smoothly ran his hand over the fully exposed bud.
“Ah…”
Shiroe Anko seemed to be intensely sexy by this time, and thick nectar flowed out of the blossoming flower hole in front of her.
“You’ve messed with my ass… what are your thoughts… whether it’s a very good ass, or a bad ass…”
Oikawa didn’t reply to Yasuko’s demented words, and his fingers fished the nectar from the fleshy hole in front of him, applying it to the chrysanthemum bud and rubbing it. Presumably Yasuko was hoping that Oikawa would love her as much as she loved Oikawa.
“Miss Star, good shape has nothing to do with flavor.”
“Ah…”
“The flavor depends on the woman’s heart.”
“I… will try.”
Yasuko barely dared to breathe as her fingers zipped in, letting out nothing more than a slight grunt.
“Miss Star, you’re welcome to cry if you want to.”
“Ah… Please don’t call me Ms. Star…”
The intense arousal that could not be restrained made Yasuko’s voice tremble. Oikawa laughed maniacally and slapped hard on the woman’s writhing ass.
(H)
Mr. Okawa called Mr. Kodoshima. Hearing what Oikawa said, the old man smiled and said, “It’s very interesting, I’m sure I’m in love with your ability to torture the anus.”
“What to do?”
“That’s what she herself wants, and you’ll be her lover. Don’t you like that woman?”
“That’s not… it’s just a pain in the ass…”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, and talk like that. If that happens it goes to the club.”
“I’m thinking about doing that too, there won’t be any trouble, will there?”
“Those members must be going crazy, what’s wrong with that?”
“Then I’ll deal with the woman as I see fit.”
“Could be. That kind of older woman is something I never want to see again.”
In this way, Yasuko’s fate seems to have been decided. The club the old man was talking about was a secret club for bigwigs in the financial world, where the members were all sadists, secretly manipulated by the old man behind the scenes. Once a woman joined this club, it was impossible for any of them to return to normal society. It’s not so much that they are under tight confinement, but they are physically and mentally hooked on the sadist’s magic.
“What did the old man say?” Yasuko, lying naked on the edge of the bed, asked.
“Let me just deal with it.”
“I’m so happy.”
Oikawa looked at her with that genuinely happy look and chanced to move with pity.
“Don’t you regret it.”
“It won’t. The sadistic woman in me is hooked on you.”
“It’s your ass that’s obsessed with me, isn’t it?”
Yasuko’s face reddened to her neck, and to hide her shy expression, she only parted her knees on the bed, her snow-white ass facing Oikawa.
“Please. It’s yours, have fun with it.”
Yasuko reached up with both hands to her ass to spread her cheeky cheeks apart, exposing her lovely buds. The excitement disintegrated by this point, and she lowered her voice to a sob.
“Ah… I’ve become such a woman…”
And then he muttered… You’re the most hateful… and then he wiggled his ass like a challenge to show Oikawa.
Oikawa sucked up the huge colonic machine used by a thousand sissies full of glycerin and brought the thick tube nozzle to the sobbing beauty.
“Kiss it.”
“Colonic… it’s my first time… and it’s so thick…”
Yasuko’s eyes showed fear and her teeth clicked against the pipe nozzle when she opened her mouth.
“Ah…”
As if there was immense pleasure in the fear, she let out a sexy hum and wiggled her ass. When Oikawa touched her ass, Willow began to tremble.
“You can’t do anything with that tension, put this on.”
Oikawa handed Yasuko the cream and Yasuko had to pour it on her fingers.
“Is… is that so?”
Yasuko’s voice had trembled as her fingers slowly found the daisy bud and applied the cream to it.
“Shame on you…”
A mesmerized expression appeared on the face of the beautiful woman who gently closed her eyes and gently massaged on her asshole bud.
“Is that okay?”
“Just use that finger to pull it off to the left and right.”
“Ah…”
Flesh-colored holes appear under the white cream layer.
“Please… to your heart’s content…”
When the nozzle makes contact, the flesh of the daisy immediately wraps around the cool glass tube.
“ah… oooh…”
Twisting her thin waist, she swallowed the glass tube.
“How does a cooner feel?”
“Ah… whatever you want!”
Yasuko tilted her beautiful face up and began to cry. Pearls of sweat broke out on her beautiful face as she wiggled her plump ass in front of the man.
Oikawa pushed the piston to the bottom before pulling it out with the nozzle swirling around inside and inserting the anal plug.
“Lift your body and raise your hands.”
When Yasuko hesitates slightly, Oikawa urges with his belt. Yasuko raises her hands, which Oikawa binds and hangs from an iron hook hanging down from the ceiling. It was then adjusted to a height that would support her weight.
Yasuko’s snow-white skin bubbled with grease, glowing like olive oil, and the bitterness made her squirm constantly.
“Please… let me defecate…”
Yasuko made a sound of impatience.
“Bear with me more.”
Oikawa binds the rope up and down over the plump breasts, and lightly sweeps a leather whip over the protruding breasts. Yasuko rolled up her eyes and let out a scream.
“You want a whip there? Is it a breast or an ass?”
“Please… let me poop.”
Beads of sweat ran down his ass-crack.
“Come on, want a beating there?”
“Sad…”
Yasuko let out a soul-breaking grunt as if she was about to pass out.
“It really doesn’t work.”
The whip made a wet sound as it hit the fleshy mound of her ass.
“Ah…”
Yasuko’s screams were so breathless.
“That won’t work?”
Oikawa’s belt swept across the chest of the cloaked brunette. Yasuko let out a metallic squeal, but her flesh seemed devoid of energy.
(Ah… dying…)
The glycerin was so powerful in her stomach that Yasuko’s consciousness began to haze, her sweat-stained naked body swaying from side to side.
“Hey.” Oikawa grabbed the breasts hard and shook them a few times.
“Pull it.”
Pull out the anal plug. Yasuko looks at Oikawa with hazel eyes. Relax the iron refining, the commode has been placed below.
“Thank you…”
Yasuko muttered and crouched down. The sound of the water was controlled at first, but it quickly spread the smell of gold in all directions. Yasuko’s face was pale and she kept sobbing. The noise in the commode got louder and louder.
(Nine)
When I took the contents of the commode to the toilet and discarded it, washed my body and came back to open the door, I saw Oikawa, who had a cold gaze like a ghostly flame, standing there with a rope in his hand.
“Turn your ass around and put your hands on your back.”
“Yes…”
Yasuko, who looked another way due to her pale face, lazily sent her hands to cross at the waist. Oikawa immediately tied it with force.
“Stripped naked, bound… spanked… and colonized…”
While Oikawa was binding her breasts, Yasuko was sobbing and mumbling as if reciting.
“I don’t understand myself anymore.”
“Probably got sexy.”
“I don’t know.”
“Spread your legs.”
Whipping with the end of the rope on the bulging breasts.
“Ah…”
Yasuko shed tears of shame as Oikawa’s fingers found the fleshy hole filled with hot nectar.
“Rotten woman, get your ass up.”
“Why in a place like this…”
As Yasuko lifted her ass, Oikawa saw reddish chrysanthemum buds forming a half-bloom in Yasuko’s ass-crack.
The devilish shine appeared in Oikawa’s eyes again.
Oikawa slapped his palms on the two fleshy mounds of his ass. Yasuko let out a resurrected, high pitched cry.
“You know everything about me… whatever you want…”
Yasuko was crying and wiggling her ass.
“Spank… Spank my slutty ass!”
The actress who began to know of this unusual pleasure, and the wife of a Conservative MP, exuded an androgynous odor and invoked it frantically.
Oikawa spanked her ass with a belt while driving Yasuko back to the bedroom. When Oikawa removes his robe to reveal a body of steel, Yasuko is unable to stand at the sight of what looms in the center of his body and falls to her knees, all weak. Oikawa grabbed Yasuko by the hair and pulled her over to him, pounding his thick rod against his beautiful face.
“Uh… ah… uh…”
Yasuko screamed, but shortly afterward her eyes moistened and drool dripped from the corners of her mouth that wouldn’t close tightly.
“Wet it well with spit.”
A single thrust penetrated the depths of his mouth while Oikawa played with the two erect nipples with his hands. Yasuko couldn’t help the grunt that escaped from her throat, wriggling her ass on her knees, her eyebrows furrowed into a figure eight shedding tears. She was not allowed to rest for a second during this time. Her breasts were red and swollen from the rubbing, and her nipples were opened twice as wide as they were a moment ago.
“Now cream this side of you. Get down with your ass up.”
A shove to the shoulder and Yasuko wobbled down.
When Oikawa dipped his fingers in the cream and touched the still not fully recovered buds, Yasuko’s ass shuddered and she threw back her hair and let out a cry.
“Got a thrill?”
“Shame on you…”
“Is it really that good?”
The feeling of clenching as Oikawa’s fingers coated the hole made him feel lovely.
“I’m already yours…”
Before she could finish she couldn’t help but grunt and shake her plump ass.
Oikawa puts more cream on top of what Yasuko’s mouth is covered in saliva.
Yasuko leaned her excited face against the carpet, coming up for air with excitement.
“Ah… from the day after that time… I’ve dreamed of being like this with you.”
“Seeing your face as elegant as it is, you turn out to be less than a sow’s woman.”
Oikawa slapped his hand over the impatiently writhing mounds as the belt wrapped around his right hand in a circle.
“I’m a sow, your sow…”
Before he could finish his sentence his ass received a whip and Yasuko tilted his head.
“Ah… Give it to me faster… There’s no way to endure the spanking now…”
“You’re asking a lot. Getting whipped to produce sexiness is what makes you fit to be a sow.”
“Ah… it’s too bad… don’t hit me with the whip…”
With a crisp sound, the plump ass slowly leaked into pink color. At the same time, the sweet and sour aroma of nectar emanated from the flesh hole in front of her, and Oikawa also saw the wet appearance there.
“Ah… I have…” cried Yasuko indicating that that moment was coming.
“Ah… I’m going to give out…”
Without hesitation, lewd words came out of her mouth while Yasuko cried out to Oikawa to give her the final solution to her problem.
Oikawa’s lower body pushed forward.
“Ah…”
Letting out a hum of delight, he wiggled his ass greedily. The two men’s bottoms joined together.
Yasuko let out an even louder squeal, the intense sensation, indistinguishable from pain and pleasure, causing her ass to shake violently.
(pick up)
Dao is also determined to escape.
Seeing Guizi’s pitifully broken down look, he himself fucked Guizi in front of their eyes like a defeated dog, rewarded with leftovers from someone else, and remembering the humiliation of that time when he was alone, he felt unable to endure it.
(I don’t know how far I’ll fall if I just keep going like this.)
This is including to his own sister, Mika; the reaction his flesh shows. Thinking back to the past, it was possible that they were fun asking him to copulate with Mika as an object of admiration.
If something like that happened, I would really become an animal that could not be seen. I feel even more terrible because I know that I still have expectations of that kind of situation in my heart.
(That group of people are only happy when they have destroyed all noble humanity to the level of beasts. Our siblings, being of noble blood, were the perfect targets for them. (Especially Mika’s pure beauty…) After being dragged to Takako’s second wedding night, his hood was removed and he wasn’t bound to the bed, but he was tied to the foot of the bed with a dog collar, and his feet were handcuffed to iron bars. But compared to before, he has a lot of freedom.
If you want to escape, you have to untie the iron and find clothes to put on. Money is also needed to a greater or lesser extent. Money to escape, money to call the police.
All of this required the assistance of Tomoko Takashima. She, who has maintained a relationship since she was imprisoned here, finally comes in handy.
(Big feelings of sympathy turning into love probably won’t be a problem.)
Hearing Michiya’s clarification, Tomoko was still a little hesitant.
“Of course, you’re coming along. Don’t be afraid to go to the police at once. Just be careful not to be detected while you prepare.”
But Tomoko still refused to agree easily.
“Michiya, you don’t know what that Kodo is capable of.”
“Over the police?”
“I don’t know about that… but I feel as if our conversation was overheard… I’m afraid…”
“No, it won’t, because you were raped and abused by that old man to think that way.”
“Is that…”
In Tomoko’s mind, the impression of that Senator Taniguchi still remains. One word from the old man, and the beloved wife was sacrificed and dedicated to the old man.
However, Tomoko can’t refuse her beloved man’s request.
Especially when he said that he was going to take her with him to escape, Tomoko, who always had the knot formed by Takako in her heart, of course felt happy.
“Be very careful to prepare little by little and then wait for the opportunity… okay?”
Tomoko finally nodded.
Toshie wasn’t in the perspective room when this was agreed upon. It wasn’t that he was tired of seeing the two of them together; the fun of spying on such things was endless. There was no doubt that Toshie didn’t have that much time to come here with Tomoko every time.
But Toshie and Shizuhiko discuss setting up a hidden microphone in Michiya’s room and recording it.
The recorder works when the door to Doyle’s room is opened and stops when it is opened again.
As the day passed, listening to the tape with Shizuhiko became one of Minue’s pleasures. Of course, the conversation just now was also completely recorded.