(This article is completely fictionalized. Any similarities are purely coincidental.)
(i) Introduction
A busy scene on the Japan Air Self-Defense Force base in Chitose, Hokkaido, with the sharp whirring sounds of F-4Js and F-15Js taking off.
First Class Air Captain Mukai Yakiko, who was sitting on duty on the couch in the preparation room, put down the Asahi Shimbun in her hand.
Newspaper reports about the recent tensions in the Sea of Japan made her frown. In the past few days, military planes from Russia had been violating Japan’s airspace, forcing the Air Self-Defense Force to take off frequently to intercept them.
Yakiko glanced out the window somberly. At the end of the runway, a group of ground crew in yellow overalls were busy around a dark blue airplane. This was her seat plane, this latest type of F-2 fighter had just recently entered service and was the pride of the Air Self-Defense Force. Only the best pilots were qualified to fly it.
After finishing another cup of coffee and feeling a slight urge to pee, Akiko stood up and headed for the bathroom, only to find the door locked, and then she remembered that Rie was still in there. She knocked on the door, “Rie, I’m sorry, please hurry.” A lively voice rang out from inside: “What’s the rush, she’s not ready yet.”
Yakiko smiled bitterly. Just then, a red light on the wall flashed sharply, accompanied by a shrill bell. The toilet door slammed open, and a young girl with short hair and a round face rushed out from inside, fastening the waistband of her pants while still holding a manga magazine in her hand. This was Rie Sasaki, Yakiko’s wingman second class air captain.
Rie yelled, “The Russians are so annoying, they can’t even go to the bathroom without making people feel at ease. They should all be blown into the Japanese sea and fed to the sharks.” Noriko could only laugh bitterly again. The two girls hurriedly put on their flight suits and quickly ran towards their planes.
The tower gave the go-ahead for takeoff, the ground crew jerked off the wheel chocks, and Yakiko released the brakes and turned the afterburners to maximum. After taxiing for a short distance, the two fighters lightly lifted off the ground in a sharp leap toward the blue sky.
The color LCD monitor constantly listed the target parameters coming from the E-3A AWACS. Yakiko easily captured the target on her radar. As the distance between the two sides kept getting closer, she could already make out the red star on the other plane’s drogue tail. It was a TU-16 electronic reconnaissance aircraft that had taken off from Sakhalin Island, and its paint job and number indicated that it belonged to the Russian Naval Air Force.
“What an old thing to show off.” Compared to her F-2, that 1950s-designed TU-16 was too old. Yakiko smiled contemptuously. She maneuvered her fighter to occupy a favorable intercepting position while sending a warning message to the other party on the radio.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit of that TU-16, Korolev, wearing headphones, listened intently to the Japanese pilots’ conversations with the ground battle control officers.
“I didn’t realize it was really female. The voice is beautiful, I wonder what she looks like.” He took off his headset and said to the pilot, “Sasha, get closer, yes, closer.”
Now, the TU-16 and Yakiko’s F-2 maintained a parallel course, flying at the same altitude and speed. And Rie’s airplane was watching over the TU-16.
Yakiko seemed to have guessed what the other party was thinking. She took off the oxygen mask on her face as if in a challenge, and turned her face to the Russian airplane next to her. what the men on the TU-16 saw was a typical oriental beauty’s face with a white and clear face, which was gentle but revealing perseverance and unyieldingness. Despite the fact that Yakiko was wearing a flight helmet and goggles, Korolev had a feeling of being electrocuted, and his whole body froze.
At this point, Sasha and the other crew members began to “talk” to the Japanese female pilots with provocative remarks, such as, “Miss, what’s your measurements?” “Do you have a boyfriend? How many times have you had sexual experience?”
And so on.
But Korolev didn’t listen. He kept thinking, “She’s mine, I must have her, and her airplane…”
The , as the ace agent of Russian Military Intelligence, was the main reason why Korolev had traveled from faraway Moscow to the Far East. They will be operating in cooperation with the intelligence agencies of Z, with the aim of obtaining the secrets of Japan’s latest fighter jets.
“It’s finally time to return to the ship.” Yakiko eyed the distant TU-16 and let out a soft sigh of relief.
“The Russians are so hateful, it’s like sexual harassment.” Rie hated over the headset.
“Yeah, but one of them seems to speak Japanese well.” Yakiko replied absentmindedly. At this point she just wanted to get back to the base and land as soon as possible. The rising pain coming from her small bladder had become almost unbearable.
“Don’t drink so much coffee before a mission in the future,” Rie seemed to be teasing her on purpose, “I heard that the Russian SU-34s are equipped with miniature toilets, but I don’t know if girls can use them?”
“It’s not like I drank a lot… ugh, you don’t say toilet or I’m going to…” said Yakiko, already almost moaning.
“Look, how beautiful!” Rie suddenly called out.
When Yakiko looked back, she saw that the sun was slowly setting, and the afterglow was reddening the surface of the sea.
(i)
Of all the professions in the world, the secret agent is one of the most peculiar, and those who practise it have no ego at all. Their bodies and souls do not belong to themselves. Situ Yan was a member of this occupational group. Ever since the day she chose this profession, she was prepared to give her life at any time. Despite this, she had never expected to be in the situation she was in now.
At this moment, Situ Yan was in a large spacious room, leaning against a metal pillar.
She was unable to move any part of her body because the twine binding her was twenty meters long. Her arms were securely tied behind her back, and she was still wearing her blue uniform jacket on her upper body, but the buttons had been completely undone. Half of her white bra had been pulled down, leaving her right breast completely exposed. Her breasts were tightly strangled at the top and bottom by the ropes, making her breasts appear even fuller and firmer, and her bottom half consisted only of white panties and garter stockings.
She couldn’t make a sound, and her mouth was stuffed with a cloth. Probably to prevent the gag from falling out, her mouth was also strangled with a cord.
She couldn’t bring her legs together because both of her well-proportioned, bare thighs were entangled in ropes that pulled tightly forcing her legs apart at an angle sufficiently humiliating for a woman.
She couldn’t even keep her back straight; a too-short rope connected the knots on her breasts and thighs, leaving her in a half-bent position.
Most humiliating and embarrassing of all, however, was the fact that a separate piece of twine had passed through her crotch and was so tightly strung around her plump pussy that she could even feel the rope embedded deep into the two sensitive pussy lips.
This scenario had been going on for eight hours, and Situ Yan didn’t have any way to change her situation. She could only reminisce and recall everything that had happened this afternoon.
After lunch, Director Young approached her to talk and stopped by for a walk around the lake.
“Xiao Yan, this mission to Japan is very special and dangerous. You have to prepare your mind well.” Director Yang was a fatherly old man who could easily instill a sense of trust in a young girl like Situ Yan.
“I understand. I will definitely be able to complete the mission.” Situ Yan puffed out his chest.
“Japan is a very strange people. Their attitude towards women is not something we outsiders can understand.”
Director Yang said to himself, “They have a very perverted SM culture, the so-called sexual abuse. In case you are arrested, this will be a great test for you.”
“I’m not afraid.” Situ Yan’s face reddened a bit: “I’ve been specially trained on how to cope with arrest and how to fight against rape.”
“Haha! Sexual abuse is different from ordinary rape.” Director Yang laughed: “Besides, what’s all that training you’ve had? You wear underwear, and then let the lesbian with a dildo in your lower body rub a few times, joking. Japanese counterintelligence agencies are not so gentle.”
“Therefore, in order to improve your ability to fight against sexual abuse and maltreatment,” Director Yang looked at Situ Yan’s reaction: “it is necessary for us to conduct a special training session just for you.”
Just like that, Situ Yan was brought to this special training room. There were four masked, naked, lean men waiting for her. On a loudspeaker on the wall, a soft mezzo-soprano voice said: “Now for the first program: bondage training. The purpose of this training is to develop your ability to adapt to various bondage situations. If you wish to withdraw, you may do so now.” After a pause, seeing that Situ Yan didn’t have any reaction, the voice added: “You can ask to stop at any time during the whole process.”
The four men surrounded her, and Situ Yan stood calmly still. However, when they undid her blouse and took off her uniform skirt, she was so shocked and humiliated that she almost blurted out, “I’m quitting, I want out!” But her strength of character and sense of entitlement kept her quiet.
Situ Yan realized that the four men were all very strong, and when they tied her up, the ropes were tightened particularly tightly, causing her a lot of pain. They first fixed her hands behind her back, and then wrapped the rope around her chest, carefully binding her breasts.
Seeing her proud breasts being deformed and bulging with the hemp rope, Situ Yan felt a strange sense of humiliation. Then they spread her naked thighs apart and secured them with ropes, and when they passed a rope through her crotch and strangled her pussy, Situ Yan almost couldn’t believe that there could be such a method of torturing and abusing women. The moment the rope was embedded in her soft and sensitive pussy lips, despite the layer of panties, Situ Yan still felt a wave of soreness, her body was almost unsteady, and her mouth could barely hold back her moans.
Finally they finished abusing her mouth and immobilized her body completely, by which time Situ Yan was almost delirious from the pain of being physically bound and the psychological humiliation. Then she felt someone shoved something in her hand, and heard the female voice say: “What you have now is a remote control. If you can’t stand it anymore, just press the switch and the training will be terminated.”
However, at this time, a wave of pride and anger rose in Situ Yan’s chest, “I will never give in.” She expressed it with her eyes. Despite the tears in her eyes, she threw away the remote control in her hand without hesitation.
Szeto Yan didn’t realize that the wall opposite her was a huge piece of one-way transparent glass, and right in the next room sat Director Yang and his guest Korolev.
“I really don’t understand you Orientals,” Korolev frowned as he looked at Situ Yan, who was struggling in pain on the other side of the glass, “How can you treat your comrade like this? She is still so young.”
“Boris Sergeyevich, don’t be so tender,” said Director Yang excitedly, as if he were watching a wonderful circus, “the struggle is cruel. To be merciful to them now is to do them harm.”
Still looking indignant, Korolev drained his glass in one gulp and stood up, striding back and forth.
Director Yang poured another cup for him without moving his face: “Come on, let’s drink to the success of our cooperation.”
Hour after hour passed, Situ Yan felt as if she had become a large water source, her originally heroic face could no longer be distinguished from sweat or tears, and her half-naked breasts were covered with crystalline beads of sweat.
To make matters worse, she realized that her body had gradually adapted to the pain of being tied up, while slowly developing a sense of pleasure. She could clearly feel some liquid seeping out of her pussy and slowly running down her thighs.
“Geez! When will this all end?” Situ Yan was almost desperate.
(ii)
“Not bad, you did well and stood the test. Haha!”
Just when Situ Yan felt like she was about to collapse, Director Yang’s voice rang in her ears. He brought a few female warriors to Situ Yan’s side at some point.
Upon seeing Director Yang, the bound young female agent was like an aggrieved little girl seeing her father, tears rolling down her face once again.
Director Yang said half a day of praise and encouragement, but there was no intention to order her to be untied, which made Situ Yan could not help but be greatly embarrassed, but suffered from the fact that her mouth was still blocked and could not make a sound.
“This is only the first item, there are several more to follow…” said Director Yang with a furrowed brow. Just then, the phone on the female secretary next to him rang, and when Director Yang picked it up and listened to it, his face changed immediately, only to see him put the phone away and helplessly order the female warriors next to him to untie Szeto Yen, while at the same time telling her, “It seems that there’s no time for that, so we’ll have to stop here for the time being. Take a rest today, go to Dr. Meng’s place tomorrow for a medical checkup, and be ready to go at any time.” After saying that, he left without looking back. However, when he reached the door, he stopped and looked back again, but in his heart, he was thinking: “Has that old fox Yagura already smelled something?”
The old fox is actually not old at all, it’s just that his opponents are used to calling him that. As the East Asia Branch Chief of the Japanese Security Bureau, Yagura Shogoro was only thirty-six years old this year, and ever since he had joined the intelligence world, he had always been on an even keel, and was regarded as a model of success; he regarded himself as a natural born fighter, and had high attainments in judo, kendo, and Go. He has never known defeat and will never tolerate any failure on the part of others, especially his own men.
Yet Yagura was now in a terrible mood, and he had to admit that he had been defeated. His elaborate spy network in the Far East had been completely broken by the other side not long ago, with particularly heavy losses in Country Z and the Korean Peninsula.
He underestimated that old guy named Yang.
Now in the Far East, the theater of the international spy war, Z and Russia, two of Japan’s historical sworn enemies, are increasingly working together, and even the Koreans are showing increasing hostility. It seemed that all but the Americans had become enemies. Yagura had no doubt that the Americans would even stab them in the back at some point.
However Yagamura was not going to admit defeat, he loved to be challenged. With the alcohol burning in his system, he had vowed to unleash his vengeance and make his opponent pay twice as much.
However, such a failure wasn’t enough to make Yakamura drown his sorrows in alcohol. There was another reason why he had sat in this most expensive SM club in Tokyo all day and drank countless amounts of sake. Just thinking about it made Yazura feel like his heart was in a knife’s throat.
Among his peers, Yagura was known for not being close to women. In his early years as a student at the Imperial University, he had made it his life’s ambition not to marry, believing that love impaired judgment, which could be fatal to an intelligence officer.
Of course, Yakamura was never a eunuch, nor did he want to be a monk. His attitude toward women is simple: women are born to be used by men to play, they are just tools for men to give vent to their sexual desires. His way of venting is sexual abuse, only in this way can he make that exuberant and unusual sexual desire to be satisfied. This is the reason why he became a platinum card holder of this SM club.
However, a year ago, when Yagimura first met Mukai Yakiko, his entire outlook on life came crashing down like a wooden house during the Great Kanto Earthquake, and he believed he was madly in love with her. He hesitantly proposed to Yakiko.
He thought he was impeccable, but he could not have imagined that the condescending female Air Self-Defense Force pilot had coldly rejected him.
She told him that there was nothing more impossible than that.
This undoubtedly make self-confessed proud son of Yazura almost crazy, once can not be as to pay, extreme love will easily turn into extreme hate, this is an unbreakable truth. Yamura is such a person, where he can not get the woman, he will not let others get. He used the power of his men to keep a close watch on Yakiko, and once he found out that a certain other man had entered Yakiko’s life, he would mercilessly destroy them. But such a man did not currently appear.
In public, Yagimura hides his sadistic tendencies well. Since meeting Yakiko, Yagimura felt that ordinary BDSM no longer held his interest, and he was thoroughly tired of slave girls who crouched and warbled at his feet at the first sight of him; he wanted abused women who dared to defy him and rebel against him. Yagimura believes that an abused woman must have not only a strong body, but also a strong soul, and Yakiko is that kind of woman.
Yagimura vowed to make Noriko regret that she had been born a woman. It was as if he had already seen the scene: Yakiko, dressed in the uniform of an Air Self-Defense Force officer, kneeling in front of him with her hands tied behind her back and a dildo inserted into her naked bottom; her beautiful face full of grief and anger, but helplessly taking his rod in her mouth… Yakimura finally collapsed onto the table, but a mysterious and enigmatic smile appeared on his face…
At ten o’clock in the morning, Situ Yan arrived at Dr. Meng Bing’s place in the Thirty-One Hospital on time. She still looked radiant, and it seemed that the effects of yesterday’s bondage training on her emotions had passed.
Dr. Meng Bing was in her forties, unmarried, and a respected female military doctor. She had done physical examinations for Situ Yan many times, and the two of them had a cordial relationship, so when Dr. Meng asked her to strip naked, Situ Yan did not hesitate for a second.
Situ Yan put the clothes she had taken off into the closet and turned around, only to find Dr. Meng staring at her with unblinking eyes, and with flushed cheeks, heaving breasts, and a bit of shortness of breath.
At twenty-four years old and a keen sportsman, Situ Yan has a nearly perfect body, her body is not only full of temptation to men, but also often attracts desperate looks of admiration from women in the locker room of the swimming pool. But now that such a burning gaze was coming from Dr. Meng, who had always been a bit different, it didn’t stop the naked Situ Yan from feeling a bit uneasy. “Unmarried women are just a bit strange.” She even wanted to use her hands to block her breasts and pussy.
Luckily, Dr. Meng quickly realized his lapse, and busied himself with coughing on his staff, returning to his usual steady demeanor.
“Xiaoyan, lie down over here and colonic for you first.”
“Colonization?” Situ Yan was a bit surprised: “Didn’t you say physical examination?”
“Today’s procedure is a comprehensive test of the female reproductive system, which is designed to test the functioning indicators of your sexual organs. Colonic and catheterization are necessary preparatory steps.” Dr. Meng explained gently.
After a moment’s hesitation, Situ Yan lay down on a gynecological examination table and lay on her side with her back to Dr. Meng as instructed by the nurse.
Dr. Meng chatted with Situ Yan on one side, while gently caressing her buttocks, causing her to feel a strange itchy sensation, but at the same time an indescribable comfort.
“Here, relax the muscles.” Saying that, Dr. Meng parted Situ Yan’s ass flesh and gently inserted a hard object into her anus. Situ Yan was feeling strange as these tasks should have been done by the nurses, she looked around but realized that the nurses had all disappeared.
Then, Situ Yan felt a burst of warm liquid being injected into her rectum from her anus. At first, she didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable, but then her abdomen began to turn over, and strong bowel movements came in bursts, while Dr. Meng went to work on something else, as if he had already forgotten about her existence.
Situ Yan’s face reddened, yet she was too shy to speak, yet the intense rising pain in her abdomen caused her to finally stifle a moan.
Only then did Dr. Meng say, as if waking up from a dream, “Ah, I’m really sorry. I did not expect this imported colonic liquid to work so fast.” With that, she shoved an enameled potty under Situ Yan’s buttocks: “Okay, line it up here!”
Situ Yan could no longer care about anything else. As soon as the potty was put in place, her anus loosened and excrement mixed with liquid gushed out, while she felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
Dr. Meng gently cleaned her anus and buttocks with lukewarm water. Her delicate and sensitive anus was gently wiped back and forth by the wet gauze, producing a kind of indescribable numbness, which reminded her of her childhood: after she had her big bowel movement, her mother wiped her ass in the same way.
“Freud said that everyone has an anal complex in their subconscious, which may come from childhood experiences.” Dr. Meng seemed to know what she was thinking.
Dr. Meng then had Situ Yan lie on her back on the operating table with her legs bent apart, and then she fixed Situ Yan’s two ankles with steel rings. Situ Yan did not express any objections, because she knew that this was how gynecological examinations were done.
“Your vulva is really well developed, one in a hundred,” Dr. Meng gazed at Situ Yan’s fully exposed private parts: “This look was called a ‘famous weapon’ in ancient times, and is a man’s dream. “
“Ai, Dr. Meng don’t joke, it’s humiliating.” Situ Yan whispered with a red face.
“Silly girl, are women, shy what?” The female military doctor lightly pinched the young female agent’s thighs and scolded with a smile: “I’m a doctor, haven’t I seen a lot of that place?” Said Dr. Meng brought a thin rubber tube: “You have never inserted a catheter, it may hurt a little, try to relax your muscles.”
She parted Situ Yan’s two plump and full pussy lips, found the tiny urethral opening, and skillfully inserted the tube slowly, with the other end of the tube placed inside a glass measuring cup.
“Ouch…” Szeto Yan really winced in pain, only to feel the fire burning inside her urethra.
“It doesn’t matter, it’ll be fine soon.” Dr. Meng said gently. She felt that the catheter had entered Situ Yan’s bladder.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before a pale yellow liquid slowly dripped out down the tube. Before coming to the hospital Situ Yan had gone to the toilet once, so the urine that was exported wasn’t much, and it stopped in no time. Dr. Meng then pulled out the catheter.
“Now, let’s measure the diameter of your nipple.” Dr. Meng measured Situ Yan’s nipple with a short ruler, then gently pinched it a few times with his fingers to make her nipple engorged with blood and erect, and then wrote down on the recording paper: 8 mm at normal times, 12-5 mm after erection.
“Very good. The next step is to test your clitoral sensitivity and erection.” Saying that, Dr. Meng once again picked open Situ Yan’s labia, and then gently peeled back her clitoral foreskin, exposing the tiny red bean to the air.
The female medic pressed her long, thin finger lightly against the girl’s clit, turning it slowly.
Thank you to all the new and old friends for your encouraging support.
However, I have not been in a good situation lately, and it will be difficult for me to write regularly for a long time. This one is really an improvisation, because the inspiration came to me by chance, I can’t bear to abandon it, so I took the time to write it down, and I don’t know when I can finish it. As for the unfinished ones, once the environment improves, I will do my best.
(to be continued)