Author: Yuki Aoki Giant English Library Anthology 060
Transcript Key-In:Donning
Title I Women Investigators
Chapter 1: The Bodyguard in Heat
（１）
Mameha Ikegami had been feeling a wonderful touch on her ass.
She was taking the subway from Ikebukuro to Yurakucho. The train was very crowded in time for the end of the day.
The man behind her took advantage of the crowded passengers and pressed his body against Mameha’s, slowly stroking her ass.
On this day Mameha wore a dress with a floral pattern on a black background, decorated with a wide red sash.
It’s a bold color scheme, but even bolder is the fact that the hemline of the dress is thirty centimeters above the knee.
Plump thighs are exposed to attract men’s eyes.
Mameha felt more or less excited, anticipating this would happen before she got in the car. By then ready to grab the other man’s hand and give him a slap in the face.
Today’s Pornographers move was very clever.
Coming to her back, she wrapped her feet around Mameha’s feet who was wearing ten centimeter high heels.
It wasn’t long before Mameha felt an erection against her ass crack.
You don’t have to look back to know what it was.
Trying to move her body, she couldn’t because her feet were pinned. If she twisted her body, she might also make the other person think that she was enjoying that touch. Mameha couldn’t think of a way to resist.
Just then, the man sprayed his hot breath on the base of Mameha’s ear.
Generally speaking, among the exposed parts of a woman’s body, it can be said that the ears are the most sensitive erogenous zones. Even though they are inside a subway car, they are constantly being pestered and inevitably become sexy.
The man’s thing against his ass crack seemed to swell even more.
If it was a normal woman, a man’s hard thing would probably be near her anus, but Mameha, with her long legs and high ass position, was able to reach the soft part of her bottom where her thighs were clenched at the base.
The man also used the rocking of the vehicle to lewdly rub his erection against it.
Rubbing against the sensitive stamen through a layer of dress and panties, each time a sweet sensation spreads throughout the body like an electric current.
The man’s hands went from his ass around his waist to his lower abdomen.
Mameha hurriedly tried to lift her hand from her miniskirt.
The man was sophisticated. Pushing harder against the groove of his ass, twisting and rubbing, and his lips were so close that they were about to towel to his ear.
This movement was very skillful. Without realizing it, Mameha had let go of the man’s hand.
The hem of the dress lifted up and the man’s hand stroked the bulge at the base of his thigh from his boxers and stockings.
I surrender.
The man’s skill made Makuho’s disgust disappear, and even a little appreciation for his skillful movements.
Mameha relaxes the tautness of her entire body and reaches one hand behind her back, gently grasping the front part of the man’s bulging pants. After stroking it several times, he pulls down the zipper and pulls his rod out of his pants.
The hard, hot touch turned Mameha on.
I haven’t slept with a man lately…
The nectar overflowing from the pistil had long ago moistened the lace-lined pantyhose. The nectar was oozing out of the panties and pantyhose, the man’s fingers must have felt it.
The man’s hands began to remove his pantyhose, not hesitating to use both hands to pull the boxers down.
The man’s leg that had been wrapped around Mameha’s foot from the outside was now thrust between Mameha’s legs with one leg.
Mameha parted her slender legs of her own accord. The man’s fingers unceremoniously spread Mameha’s petals and stroked inside.
“Ah…”
Mameha couldn’t help but sigh. The man’s technique was still masterful once he began to caress directly. Fingers stroked over each petal, gently pinching the nub. Inserting a nectar-soaked finger into the fleshy hole and pumping it.
Having been attacked at three points, Mameha was paralyzed, her completely wet pistil twitching incessantly, and even more copious amounts of overflowing nectar running down to the base of her thighs.
The man’s fingers rub the anus with his thumb while stroking the petals. If you add the jet of air to the ears, it amounts to a five-point attack.
Mameha clenched her teeth to keep from making a grunting sound. Hated to have the thing he held in his hand thrust in from the inside if possible.
“Well!”
A man’s grunt was heard in his ear. In that very instant, semen jetted into Mameha’s palm.
This incident brought Mameha back to her senses. The man still continued to stroke the petals. Mameha pushed the man’s hand away and quickly put on her boxers and pantyhose.
“Sakurada Gate Station is here… Sakurada Gate Station is here…”
The announcements in the compartment were half canceled out by the sound of the train.
Makuho squeezed out of the crowd without looking back. As he walked towards the exit, a man accosted him from behind.
“How about it, miss? Let’s have a cup of tea together.”
Makuho glanced toward the man and went on her way, ignoring him.
A man in his mid-forties, short, showing large teeth, and hunched over.
“Well, I want to have a good time with you.”
“It’s not necessary.”
Mameha replied in a serious manner. You could feel from her face that it was full of knowledge and temperament. She didn’t look at all like the woman who had just indulged in a pornographic game.
The man kept pestering.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, don’t be such a smart ass. My fingers still taste like you’re there.”
The man grabbed Mameha’s arm with a lecherous grin.
“Let go of your hand!”
“Let’s go fuck!”
“I said to let go of your hand!”
“Don’t you get too goddamned excited.”
Makuho stopped abruptly, and at the same time, slapped the man violently across the face.
“Pain! What are you doing!”
The man lunged at Mameha in anger.
Mameha’s palm slashed at the man’s neck like a knife.
As the man staggered and bent his body, Makuho’s foot kicked the man in the stomach.
The man’s body fell back onto the platform, forming a four-legged heap.
Mameha bowed her head and told the man, “In the future, look at the object before tempting.”
After saying that, he turned around and left quickly. The surrounding travelers showed surprised expressions, as if they were watching a police drama.
（２）
Mameha Ikegami stepped out of the station and headed for the eighteen-story aboveground, four-story belowground building located along the moat of Sakurada Gate.
The building is ivory colored tile surrounded by a variety of trees.
Mameha walked in through the front door and headed straight for the elevator room.
“Every time your timing is right…”
A tall man stood next to him, his eyes looking ahead and said. Dressed in a neat summer suit with a crimson tie, a handkerchief of the same color peeked out from his chest strap.
The skin was tanned to a coppery color, making the man look stronger and sturdier than he actually was.
“Investigator Ikegami…”
Snow-white teeth peeked out from the corners of his moustachioed mouth, and a few creases showed at the ends of his eyes when he smiled, giving his features a very soft look.
This look might be popular with college girls, but it looked really tacky in Mameha’s eyes.
This man, like Mameha, was affiliated with Yuichiro Ichise, an investigator in the Public Security Department of the Police Department.
I’ve met a nasty guy, Mameha muttered inwardly.
“Were you called here too? I’m glad to be called.”
“That’s something only you would think, right? Know what the job entails?”
“How can that be. It was the Minister of Public Security who called me directly and said, “Come at seven o’clock,” which is rare. But for me, no matter what the job is, what else is there to say when I get to see Special Investigator Ikegami’s jade legs in the meantime?”
When he finished, his characteristic smile appeared on his face again.
The elevator door opened and two people came in. There were two or three others trying to get in when One Color said:
“I’m sorry, this elevator is here because of an urgent order from the Minister of Public Security, please take the other elevator.”
When he finished, he pressed the buttons for closing the door and the fourteenth floor at the same time.
“How could you do that?”
“It doesn’t matter, this is a little joke that the Minister of Public Security will understand. Speaking of which…”
Ichise resumed glancing over Mameha’s entire body.
“Special Investigator Ikegami is really brave.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Gave me a tour of the white lace panties.”
“What?” Mameha looked at Ichigo with a puzzled expression.
“Where, where. Just happened to see it, on the platform of the above-ground railroad.”
“You saw that?” Mameha turned her face away as if shy.
“Yes see. But it doesn’t need to get to that level, does it, he’s just pornographic.”
“How do you know?”
“That man’s name is Goro Zoda, a repeat pornographer and pickpocket.”
“If you know, why don’t you arrest him?”
“I’m an investigator for the Ministry of Public Security. How can I infringe on the work of the Criminal Department, rather than look to see if anything is missing?”
The elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor as Mameha nervously checked the contents of her purse. By the time he knew nothing was missing, Ichigo was gone.
Taking a slow step into the Minister’s room and standing in front of the Minister’s desk, Ichise looked back at Mameha, wearing a characteristic smile on his face.
“Sorry for being late.” Because Minister Inoki was already here, Mameha had to say that.
“Tell you what you’re going to do this time right away.”
The minister, who already had gray hair, had a mild face that didn’t match his position, but a mild voice to match the face.
The position of Minister of Public Security is also one of the most important positions within the Police Department. Most of the successive ministers have risen to the rank of Superintendent or Chief of Police, or Sub-Commander.
However, this Minister Inoki doesn’t seem to have that kind of ambition.
“In the last two or three days, someone has been making threatening phone calls to the Mayor of Tokyo, Yada. The mayor was scheduled to take the Shinkansen to Osaka Prefecture tonight to make a campaign speech for a candidate. The suspect said, “Stop going to Osaka or you’ll stop it with strength.””
“Is it the brothers of the radicals?”
“Can’t be sure yet, but something like that. The mayor asked us for protection. Even though it’s the mayor of the opposition party, having a request necessitates protection, relatively speaking, and maybe catching him at a weak point.”
“Remember this old gentleman has a lover.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, and maybe even take it to Osaka, since it’s a week away.”
“A week…”
Mayor Yada is over sixty-five years old, so he’s not going to get horny just because he hasn’t seen a woman in a week.
But the lover who took the risk to find a lover, very much in love, may meet in Osaka.
“We don’t have the means to take care of her loved ones.”
“It’s something I’ve said to him as well.”
“How did the mayor respond?”
“Doesn’t want us to interfere in his personal affairs.”
Ichise spread his hands in an exaggerated motion. Mameha had the same opinion.
When it comes to Mayor Yada, he is known for his characteristic Yada smile, and his bold measures, such as free medical care for the elderly, are overwhelmingly supported by the elderly and women.
Hearing that such a Yata has a golden house and takes it with him when he goes out for office work naturally creates a feeling of dissatisfaction.
Of course he can’t be blamed for his own golden house, but under his fine reputation for valuing welfare, there’s a $100 billion deficit over seven years.
When questioned on this matter, he said, “It will certainly be balanced during my term.”
In fact, the deficit is increasing every year.
“No ability to work and still have a golden house.”
Ichise said in a disdainful tone, “Anyone who has the right to vote would probably think that way.”
“There’s no use whining here. I’ll paraphrase a formulaic phrase and ask you to do your best to protect him.”
（３）
Yada is sitting on the campaign bus of Osaka mayoral candidate Hino Toshiyoshi. He has been touring the streets of Osaka from morning to night for the past few days, and in the evening, he has to attend Hino’s political meeting and give an enthusiastic speech.
This energetic activity is not unlike that of an old man approaching seventy years of age.
“That’s why you can afford to bag women.” Ichise protects Yata on one side and says bad things about him on the other.
It’s been three days and nothing has happened.
In order to protect Hino, the public security police side also sent guards, and no matter where they came from, there was no way for the fierce faction to attack these two people.
Nothing special happened on the fourth day either.
“That phone call was just a threat, right?”
Yata seemed relieved. Mameha and the others were still afraid to be careless.
On the fifth night, Yata was in his hotel room getting ready to go out. There were no scheduled trips for this night.
“Where is it going?”
“Going to meet someone. A very good friend. Probably won’t be back until tomorrow morning. I told you not to follow… but still, I guess.”
“Yes, because it’s our job.”
Mameha looks at Ichise, who indicates with a wink to go to the next room.
“We’re going to take five minutes to get ready.”
Mameha finished and entered the next room with Ichise.
The two of them hadn’t talked to each other in the past few days except for the necessary words.
It’s actually true that Spike ignores one color when it comes down to it.
The reason is for that pornographer named Goro Zoda.
That day, after leaving the police station, Makuho took a taxi home. When she suddenly remembered something, she was on her way back to the police station when she saw something unexpected. It was Ichise and Sada Goro walking side by side on the road.
White teeth seen from under a one-color beard. Is he smiling because he’s talking about her? Thinking about it, Mameha was ashamed and at the same time suspicious.
Ichise usually drove his favorite car, a BMW, so why did he choose to ride the crowded subway this night? If it’s a coincidence, isn’t it too coincidental?
Makuho got out of the cab and started stalking.
Ichise and Sota Goro enter the cafe and talk for about twenty minutes when they part ways, Ichise is seen handing Sota Goro a piece of paper.
Mameha continued to follow Zoltagoro, and when she arrived at Sakurada Gate Station, she spoke up and said, “I’ve got something for you, can you come with me?”
Zoltagoro turned around and saw Makuho, pulling his legs up and trying to run.
“You want me to arrest you?”
Zoltagoro stopped dead in his tracks.
“Know who I am?”
“Yeah, got it.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Ms. Mameha Ikegami, Special Investigator of the Ministry of Public Security.” Zoda bent his hunched back like a scolded student and answered with his eyes looking ahead.
“Excellent answer. As a token of appreciation, I’ll buy you a cup of tea. Follow me.”
Mameha steps away from her jade legs that are exposed from her mini-skirt and strides forward. Sota Goro’s eyes were focused on his thighs, following Mameha’s mention of what happened in the subway, and that’s when Sota Goro opened his mouth:
“Mr. Ichisei has taken good care of me, and I wasn’t going to say it, in addition to being a pornographer and pickpocket, I also work as an information dealer. I’ve known Ichise for as long as seven or eight years.”
“So let me ask you. Did you already know that I was from the Ministry of Public Security when you acted like an erotomaniac towards me on the tram?”
“This… this…”
“You have to answer honestly!”
When Mameha’s hand slapped the table, Sotaro’s body trembled and the coffee cup in his hand almost spilled coffee.
“Yes, yes.”
Sota Goro’s visage would normally strike fear into his opponent, but being angrily stared at by Mameha’s beautiful, wide-eyed essence, even someone like him shrank his neck in fear.
On the one hand, it was the punishment he had previously suffered on the platform of the subway, and at the same time, the sight of a beauty full of sensuality and nobility, which completely overwhelmed his aura.
“Did you hear it from Ichise?”
“This… is…”
“So, you’re under orders, then?”
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Makuho’s eyes glowed like a she-panther’s.
“You’re not so confused as to do that kind of erotomania knowing that you’re an investigator for the Ministry of Public Security. Someone must have ordered you to do that.”
“Yes… like this.”
“Give the name of the man who ordered you.”
“Mr. Ichise…” said Sada Goro, quickly saying the name.
The next day on the Shinkansen to Osaka, Mameha tells Ichise about it.
“Why did you order that man to do that?”
“Is that even a question? Because I couldn’t do it myself.” Ichise was unrepentant.
From then on, Mameha stopped talking to Ichise unless it was necessary.
But now comes the time of necessity.
“Where the hell is he going?”
“Is that even a question? It’s this.” Ichise raised his pinky.
“How do you know?”
“What did you have for lunch today?”
“Eels.”
“What about dinner?”
“Steak.”
That said, Mameha understood.
“The information about Yata says “Yata must eat eel and steak before meeting his lover”, haven’t you read it too?”
“Can we let him go?”
“There’s something to be done. You should have a set of earplugs ready tonight.”
（４）
Yada meets his lover, Shouko Nozawa, not at a hotel, but in an ordinary residential neighborhood.
“It’s my friend’s villa, and I asked him especially to lend it to me tonight.”
Yata explained this without the slightest intention of hiding it from Mameha and the others.
“I’ll stay in the car and keep watch from a little ways away, switch shifts every two hours I guess.”
“Okay.”
“I’m counting on you on his side.”
When Ichise finished, he took the car away, turned into the alley and the car disappeared, probably circling the neighborhood before returning.”
Mameha and Yata walked into the Genkan door together.
Shouko Nozawa, dressed in a plain blue striped dress, came out to greet her, aged about thirty-five or thirty-six, with fine white skin.
“This is Ms. Ikegami from the Ministry of Public Security.” Yata introduced Mameha.
“Please take care of it.”
Shouko whispered. The way she looked at Mameha showed a coldness that bordered on hostility.
“Want something to drink?”
“Eh, have a brandy.”
Yata went into the living room and brought brandy. Placing three glasses on the table.
“Ms. Ikegami, have a drink too.”
“No, it’s in service now.”
“Don’t take it too seriously like that, a drink wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
While pouring the drinks, ice and water were brought in. Mameha had to sit with them.
Surrounded by two beautiful women, and with the booze, Yata looked happy.
This was despite the fact that there was Mameha on the sidelines, wrapping her arm around Shouko’s waist and talking about the election in a feminine voice.
He would never look like this in front of his constituents, relying on the famous Yada smile; now it just looks like the smile of a horny old man.
Indeed, while Yata wrapped his arm around Shouko’s waist, his eyes darted around Mameha’s thighs that were peeking out of her miniskirt.
After being sensitive to that kind of look, Shouko said in a soft voice, “When will you take me to Paris?” While saying that, she stroked Yata’s thighs.
“Paris? Hmm, all the way from now on. I want you to say yes for sure.”
“All right, all right. I’ll be sure to take you up on that these days.”
Hearing the conversation between the two, Mameha impatiently stood up and said, “I’ll excuse myself.”
“Where are you going?”
“I haven’t checked the other rooms yet.”
“Shouldn’t we look at the bedroom too?”
“To be, because it is my duty.”
“Then, I’ll accompany you. Because you can’t get into the bedroom without this key.”
Yata revealed the key in his hand, took Shouko’s hand and stood up, saying, “You can come along too.”
“But…” Shouko glanced toward Mameha, seeming to regard her as redundant.
“You won’t listen to me?”
Hearing Yata say that, Shouko reluctantly followed behind.
Oddly enough, the bedroom Yata was talking about was in the basement.
Upon entering the room, Mameha felt as if she had been hit hard on the head.
The walls were covered with whips and various kinds of handcuffs and shackles, ropes, etc., and several bars hung down from the roof.
In the corners of the room there are also cages made of iron bars, a wooden triangle, and a consultation table for obstetrics and gynecology.
“This… this is…” said Mameha, too surprised to speak.
“This is what people generally call a game room. How’s that? Quite nice, isn’t it.” Yata said without changing his face.
“That’s the kind of hobby we have. This situation is not even known to the Ministry of Public Security, is it?”
Mameha hadn’t heard almost half of what Yata had said, and for some reason, her mouth was dry and her heart was racing.
“Shouko, take off your clothes.”
Shouko’s expression turned tense.
“Don’t… someone is here.”
Mameha suddenly came to her senses and said, “Excuse me.” With that, he headed for the stairs.
“Wait, I haven’t said you can leave.”
“But there’s nothing for me here, is there.”
“It’s up to me to decide if anything happens. I want you to stay here for the time being, or you can’t play with confidence.”
Hearing Yata say that, Mameha had no way to leave.
“Shouko, why don’t you get undressed.”
“I don’t want this…” said Shouko, clutching her chest and stepping back.
“Are you a slave and disobey your master’s orders?”
“┅┅”
“You cancel the trip to Paris if you don’t listen to me.”
Shouko glanced at Mameha and said, “Got it.”
As if resigned to his fate, he began to take off his dress.
Even though she was in her thirties, her flesh was beautiful in a black bra and panties and pantyhose.
The waist wasn’t very thin, but the ample breasts and ass more than made up for it.
Yata secured Shouko’s hands to the leather handcuffs hanging down from the roof. A switch set in the wall is flipped. The iron connected to the leather whip is pulled up by a slide.
Shouko’s hands were then raised high in the air, her body forming a straight line.
Knowing that Shouko had to stand on her toes, she turned the switch off.
“To see clearly so that you can answer when your supervisor asks.”
Yata said to Mameha with a sneer. Then he brought the whip with the front end split into several strips from the wall and came behind Suteko, pulling the pantyhose and boxers down to reveal her plump ass.
“It’s about to start!”
After first using the leather whip to lightly caress his ass, he immediately began to spank it.
“Ah…”
With the sound of the whip, Shouko’s body threw back and let out a shriek. Yata lashed continuously from all angles without mercy.
Mameha stood by the stairs and couldn’t help but turn her face away.
However, when she heard the sound of the spanking on her ass and the sound of distress made by Shouko, a sweet tickling sensation arose in Mameha’s body.
At twenty-three years old, Mameha doesn’t have a regular boyfriend yet. Because she’s a beautiful woman, she’s constantly being pursued by men, but the vast majority of them back off once they learn about Mameha’s profession.
She was a female investigator, but after all, she was a woman, and it was impossible not to have a sexual desire. With a beautiful appearance and healthy, plump flesh, the desire for sex was naturally stronger than average.
She hadn’t told anyone about it yet, and sometimes even Mameha herself was surprised to realize that there was lust hidden in her own flesh, but she didn’t try to sell her flesh cheaply because of it.
She has the object of her desire, and that is her present work. There is an overwhelming sense of fulfillment that comes from life in the face of danger.
The tension and excitement of working on the edge of life and death can even turn into an orgasm.
This is by no means an exaggeration. After every time she faced danger, Makuho’s panties turned wet.
Mameha tensed her face to her own surprise at the lewd game.
This is not permissible behavior under ordinary circumstances. Even though it is a game, it is improper behavior for a man to hang a weak woman and beat her with a whip.
And this man is the current mayor.
Mameha’s feelings reach the level of anger. At the same time this perverted view somehow shocks Mameha deep inside.
Yata put down the whip and played with Shouko with an electric dildo instead.
Shouko, who had been concerned about Makuho’s sight at the beginning, was now fully into the game as well, letting out lewd grunts over and over again.
Mameha heard the voice as her own. The blood in her entire body boiled with lust, and she subconsciously clenched her legs and twisted.
“This… this…”
Mameha tried to speak to Yata, but her throat convulsed and she couldn’t make a sound.
Leaving the two men who were keen on the game behind, Mameha walked up the stairs. Due to the weakness of her legs. Unable to walk with straight legs.
Walking out of the basement, Mameha immediately went into the toilet in front of the kitchen, lifted up her miniskirt, and couldn’t wait to pull down her pantyhose and panties, which were covered in nectar at the bottom of her high-cut white panties, emitting a lewd odor.
Because of the thinness of the pantyhose, when I touched the bottom of the pantyhose, I found that it was already wet. Parting her slender legs with force, she used her fingers to spread the lips of the flower under the dark shadow.
“Ah…”
Just like that, the pleasure spread throughout her body like an electric shock. The inside of the petals were so wet that they were almost dripping liquid, and Mameha couldn’t help but slide her fingers deeper into the stamen.
Just then, hearing something in the direction of the kitchen, Mameha’s fingers stayed in the stamen and her whole body began to tense. In the midst of the tension, a drop of cold sweat flowed from her armpit.
It wasn’t an illusion of the ears as Mameha slowly pulled out her fingers, pulled on her boxers and pantyhose, opened her purse, pulled out her small automatic pistol, and gently opened the door to the restroom.
Listen with your ears open, but you hear nothing. The basement probably had sound masking equipment, and the sound from the game room couldn’t be heard outside.
Mameha walked towards the kitchen, there was a light from the hallway so the kitchen wasn’t pitch black. For a moment, it didn’t feel like there was anyone there. Re-grabbing her pistol, she felt movement to her left as she walked over toward the dining room table.
As Mameha looked back, a dark figure swung a bat at her.
Twisting his body to dodge, but feeling a strong impact under his right shoulder, the pistol slipped to the ground, too late to pick it up.
The black shadow flashed and made a second attack. This time Makuho couldn’t dodge in time and had to charge at his opponent’s body.
The man let out a slight grunt and his body bent forward. At the same time, Makuho’s palm slashed at the man’s neck, and the man wobbled and collapsed.
“Damn…”
It was the voice of another man. An iron pipe was seen sweeping across the room, and this time it was impossible to dodge it as it struck him in the lower back. Makuho fell on top of the man who had fallen to the ground earlier.
The iron pipe swung at Makuho’s head.
In the nick of time, Mameha picked up the iron pipe dropped by the fallen one from the ground to block the swinging down iron pipe.
Makuho developed confidence that he could win. Pivoting his opponent’s iron pipe, he stabbed his opponent hard in the chest.
The man’s turbaned to the cutlery rack and fainted. Makuho’s kendo is three dan.
Picked up his pistol and hurried to the basement. There was still a little pain in my right shoulder.
Open the basement door and look inside. Shouko is still hanging there with her hands up high, but Yata can’t be seen.
“Come help me.” Shouko shouted for help when she realized it was Mameha.
“Where’s the mayor?” Mameha asked as she descended the stairs.
Shouko’s eyes turned to the bottom of the stairs as if she was afraid to speak.
“Here it is.”
Voices came from under the stairs. There was a short, but stocky man pointing a pocketknife at Yata’s throat.
“Drop the pistol and come over here.”
Mameha had a bit of hesitation, being good at shooting, but still not confident in hitting the man behind her without letting Yata get hurt.
“What’s the matter with you? Don’t care about the consequences for the mayor anymore?”
The man pressed harder on the knife aimed squarely at Yata’s throat.
“Ah… you do what he says.” Yata made a crying, pleading sound.
“Don’t do such useless things. This house is already being watched. It was known that you would intrude and the police have been contacted.”
The man with the pocket knife in his hand, sneered and said, “Already greeted your partner. Use this.”
Hearing a noise behind her, Mameha turned around to see two men standing there carrying iron pipes. It was the same men who had fought in the kitchen earlier.
“Your meet and greet was tough enough. I’ll double this debt.” The man with glasses rubbed his stomach and said.
“So much worse than that useless little white boy.” The man with the beard said.
In the bottom of Makuho’s eyes, the faces of one color appeared for a split second.
“Drop the pistol.” The man said in a strong tone. Mameha bit her lip and dropped the gun at her feet.
Mameha only did as she was told.
The man with the glasses picked up his pistol and pointed it at Yata, “Sending a woman as a bodyguard, the police are underestimating us.”
The man with the pocketknife came to Mameha.
“I’m going to search my body and check for any other weapons.” He said, and began to look over Makuho’s body.
“Huh? What’s this?”
The man grabbed the ample breasts bulging on his chest and rubbed them hard. Makuho couldn’t help but grab the man’s hand.
“Let go of your hand.”
Mameha glared at the man, but lowered her own hand.
The man smiled triumphantly. After continuing to rub at the breasts for a while, the hand moved down to the lower half of the body.
“You lift up your skirt.”
Mameha tensed her face.
“Get it yourself.” It was Mameha’s greatest resistance.
“Do as I say or that fat ass is going to suffer.” The man pointed at Yata.
“Help… Let’s talk without violence.”
“Shut up that noise, shut him up!”
The young man who had grabbed Yata swung a fist into Yata’s face.
Yata’s face was thrown back, his body leaning limply against the man’s.
“Don’t hit the mayor!” Makuho yelled.
“It’s about your disobedience. Just obey and I promise not to kill you. If you resist, there’s no guarantee of your life.”
Mameha only nodded.
“Come on, lift up your skirt.”
“That’s mean.”
Mameha lifted the hem of her miniskirt.
The smell of the nectar that had just overflowed emanated. Through the black pantyhose you see the pantyhose clinging to your lower abdomen.
The man’s hand stroked over the round, resilient ass.
“That’s a great ass. It’s a shame to make you a cop.”
The other two men’s eyes were fixed on their thighs.
“Spread your legs.”
Mameha held her grip on her skirt tighter, but still parted her slender legs.
The man reached out and stroked the bulge at the base of his thigh.
“Hey, Sugita, fuck her.”
The man with black-rimmed glasses and long hair who had just knocked out Yata stuck out his tongue and licked his lips and said.
“Of course we’re going to do it, but not here. Take this woman and the mayor with you.”
The men had horny grins on their faces.
（５）
It’s a thirty-minute drive to this group of men’s territory.
Blindfolded and with her hands trapped behind her back, Mameha has no way of knowing where she is, let alone in unfamiliar Osaka.
There was little chance of escape in the car, and even if one could escape, that would put the mayor’s life in danger.
It would be wiser to go with them now and then try to ask for help afterward.
There was only one way. That is, there is a transmitter hidden behind Mameha’s high heels, and by rotating the heel of her left foot, the signal for help will be sent to the Public Security Headquarters of the Osaka Prefectural Police Department.
Right now, because his hands are tied behind his back, he doesn’t have that opportunity yet.
The place where Mameha and Yata and Shouko are taken to is an ordinary looking house.
The rooms are empty and unfurnished. In the first room of six tatami mats, cluttered with newspapers, leftover empty bowls of noodles, beer cans, and so on.
“Make preparations for photography immediately.”
After Sugita finished speaking, several men brought video equipment, lights, and other implements from the car.
“What’s this about?”
“To videotape the truth about you pigs for the people to see. Let the people know how the mayor wastes the people’s tax dollars to fulfill his own desires and the corrupt police who protect such people.”
Yata’s face changed drastically.
“You can’t mess around. I’m trying to promote the welfare of the elderly and have done nothing illegal.”
“I don’t want to hear your speeches. I’m going to cut out your tongue if you keep nagging.”
Sugita’s roar silenced Yata.
Sugita does have the ruthlessness to do anything.
“Let’s start with you if you’re ready.”
Makuho was pushed by Sugita to stand in the center of the room.
“You want to protect the mayor’s life, don’t make weird moves.”
Sugita finished and untied the ropes that trapped his hands.
The lights come on and the man in glasses operates the VCR.
“To continue the body check, take off your pantyhose.”
Mameha resigned herself to reaching inside her miniskirt and pulling down her pantyhose.
It was good opportunity. The men’s eyes were focused on the panties and thigh roots peeking out from the miniskirt.
Mameha purposely bent her upper body deeply, exposing her white bikini-style trunks and pulling her pantyhose down to her ankles.
Just as he wanted to reach for the heels, Sugita suddenly said, “Wait a minute! Don’t take off the heels with your hands!”
“What?”
“Do as I say!”
Mameha staggered inwardly, but didn’t show it on her face, giving a puzzled expression as she moved closer to her heels and took them off.
Sugita walked over and picked up the removed heels.
“I remember seeing little knives coming out of the tips of my shoes, now that I think about it.”
When she finished, her eyes were fixed on Mameha and she began to inspect the heels.
A chill ran down Makuho’s back.
“Looks like the usual fancy heels. Looks like the cops are treated pretty well.”
Sugita finished, tossing her heels into the corner.
“Keep it off, it’s time to take off your top.”
Relieved that at least her only ace in the hole hadn’t been discovered, Mameha took off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Using one hand to shield her breasts, she removed the bra.
“Put your hands down.”
Mameha’s eyes were fixed on Sugita’s, putting her hands down.
The exposed breasts were snow-white and plump, with light red nipples sticking upwards as the men stared at them with wide eyes.
“Take off your boxers.”
The request for her to remove her boxers before taking off her skirt made Mameha grit her teeth. But there was only one way to remove the boxers before letting the fanny dress fall to her feet.
“Trap and bind her, hang her.”
Hearing Sugita’s order, the two men brought ropes and iron pipes.
“Give me your hand.”
The man with the glasses traps Mameha’s hands. The man’s name is Hosono.
“Thanks for taking care of me just now.”
Give the rest of the rope to the man named Ejima, who has a pimple mark on his face.
“I’m going to return the thanks.” Hosono finished, stabbing Mameha hard in the stomach.
“Oh!” Mameha let out a grunt of pain and bent over.
“Finally, you can bow.”
Hosono grabs Makuho’s hair, pulls her body straight, and pummels her in the stomach again.
“Umm…” Mameha couldn’t help but crouch down.
“Hey! Come over here.”
Ejima grabs the rope and pulls Mameha to the next room. Because he pulls before he can lift his body, Mameha’s body flops to the floor.
“This won’t work, and the investigators from the Ministry of Public Security are really useless.”
Hosono grabbed his hair and forced Mameha to pull him up.
“Wait…”
Makuho couldn’t get to his feet in time, so he had to scramble forward on his knees.
“Hurry up!” Hosono kicked Mameha roughly in the ass.
“Oh!”
Makuho collapsed again. Ejima doesn’t wait for her to get up and drags Makuho’s body forward, stopping only when she gets under the beam. Wrap the rope around the beam and pull hard.
“Ah…”
Makuho’s body gradually left the ground until she had to stand on her toes before Ejima secured the ropes.
Lights and camera towards Mameha’s jade body.
“Begin.”
Ejima and Hosono put on masks with only holes dug in their eyes, noses, and mouths and pounced on Mameha’s breasts.
Hosono on the left, Ejima on the right. Rub the breasts, take the nipple in your mouth and suck on it.
It was a rough caress that paid no heed to technique at all, but for Mameha right now, there was no way to think about that sort of thing.
“Umm… ah… no…”
The sense of insult and disgust made Mameha frown and shake her head desperately.
Hosono squatted down and tongued the pubic hair on his lower abdomen. Hosono tried to spread his legs, but Mameha’s legs pushed hard and refused to part.
“Hey! Come help pull her legs apart.”
Ejima brought a rope and iron pipe from the wall, and the two of them worked together to pull Makuho’s legs apart.
“No, don’t!”
Mameha yelled, wriggling her body to resist. But there were two men on the other side, and they quickly pulled the legs apart and tied them to the iron pipe.
Hosono squatted in front of Mameha, and couldn’t help but press his mouth to the pubic hair at the sight of the beautiful legs and thigh roots.
“Umm… ah…”
Mameha gritted her teeth to hold back the feeling of disgust, and Hosono even pulled the petals apart with her fingers and stuck her tongue out to lick them.
Lick it, taste the flavor, and start licking it hard in spite of everything.
Soon after, turning back to Sugita, he said, “That’s enough, I just can’t help it.”
Hosono touched the bulge in the front of his pants.
“No, keep getting it for another thirty minutes.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you ask, the night is long.”
Hosono swallowed and began to lick with his tongue again. At that moment, Ejima came to Mameha’s backside and reached to the front to fondle the breasts, also inserting the tip of his tongue into Mameha’s earhole and twisting it.
Mameha felt wretched. After thirty minutes of constant caressing like this, her body was bound to react. That would be better to let them rape her earlier.
Sugita didn’t take action right away, must have seen that Mameha’s body was quickly reacting sensuously. Mameha clenched her teeth.
Hosono and Ejima’s caresses were monotonous. But very persistent. Mameha’s clenched teeth gradually parted as well, and she began to emit a sweet hum like a sob.
Such whimpering grew louder.
The tip of the man’s tongue serendipitously toweled down to the pink bud hiding in the foreskin.
“ah… uh… oh… ah…”
Mameha tried her best to hold back, but there was no way to resist the pleasure that kept pouring out of her.
“Ten minutes?”
“Five more minutes.”
“Ah… spare me… don’t do this…”
Nectar flowed like a torrent from the roots of her parted thighs.
“Is it time yet?”
“Three minutes to go.”
Mameha couldn’t hold back any longer, her whole body was burning with sensual fire. But the men hadn’t penetrated yet, and it was like a sensual hell.
“Not there yet?”
“One minute to go.”
Hosono and the others were mentally counting the seconds on one side and caressing on the other. Mameha was also counting the seconds.
Five seconds… Four seconds… Three seconds…
Hosono stood up and took off his pants.
“Sugita, is that okay?”
“Okay, you do it.”
In fact it had been over thirty minutes. Mameha had been toyed with non-stop by three men for nearly an hour.
Hosono held onto Mameha’s ass and pushed his erect rod over.
Mameha had no power to resist. Instead, she pushed out her ass, making it easy for her opponent to thrust in.
The moment the meat stick was inserted, Mameha’s mouth let out a revealing lewd hum.
Chapter 2: The Honey Feast of the Beasts
（１）
Feeling mildly nauseous, Ichigo woke up in the car with a paroxysm of pain still in the back of his head.
About thirty minutes ago, a car was seen parked in front of it, so the gate is not visible from this position in Ichise.
After waiting for ten minutes and still no movement to drive away, Ichise got out of the car and went to inform the other party to drive.
While looking toward the driver’s seat, the back door of the car opened and a man stepped out. The moment he turned back, the iron pipe struck the back of his neck. That’s how you lose consciousness.
Can’t see the car now.
Abominable!
One color ran a hand down the back of his neck, got out of the car, and headed for the front door.
“Yata, stand up.” Sugita said as he pointed an iron pipe at Yata.
“It’s not enough for you to just watch, is it. Now it’s up to you to do it.”
“I… no need… enjoy yourselves…” Yata’s back was pressed against the wall and he shook his head vigorously.
“Are you going to do as I say, or does the skin want to find pain?”
Sugita held the iron pipe up high.
“Wait… I’ll do it… Never use violence…” yelled Yata nervously, and immediately began to undress.
When the three men took turns raping Mameha, their still-erect rods hung limply as they stripped off their clothes. However, a body of a great age is still shiny and flexible to say the least.
“What the hell, it’s completely shrunk.” Hosono said from beside the camera.
“Just touch the tits and lick the pussy will get hard. Get started.”
Sugita slaps Mayor Yada’s ass with an iron pipe.
Yata waddled over to Mameha.
“You have to forgive me, I was forced to do this.”
“Come on… I’ve resigned myself to my fate.”
“Okay.”
Yata’s hands went to the plump breasts. These were breasts that had been sucked and rubbed by three men, covered in saliva and sweat.
Yata cupped the breasts and caressed them from below, and when the pink nipples were taken into her mouth and licked, Mameha’s body instantly sent sweet currents through her body.
Yata’s caresses were stronger than the younger man’s in both skill and patience. Mameha had to clench her lips to avoid a sweet hum as Yata’s tongue slid under her breasts toward her armpits and down her flanks to her waistbone.
Seeing Yata’s tongue licking down his abdomen, Sugita said, “Here! Give me a hand.”
and Ejima, from both sides of Mameha, lifted Mameha’s thighs up, so that the naked thighs parted to the maximum extent to the left and right.
Yata bent down and tongued the exposed petals.
“ah… ah…”
From the moment the tip of her tongue touched the stamen, Mameha’s naked body began to tremble. At the same time, a large amount of nectar overflowed.
At this point, Yata again utilized his skillful tongue technique. First licking the petals with his tongue and two lips clamped around them. Then rubbing the tip of his tongue to find the tender bud.
That kind of licking is not hard licking, but flicking with the tip of the tongue, so that it is constantly stimulating.
Then licked around the perimeter of the fleshy hole from bottom to top left, repeatedly, but not into the fleshy hole. This method caused Mameha to develop a sense of impatience and impatience, and her pistil was moist to the maximum.
“Mr. Yada, it’s almost time to stick it in her, isn’t it?”
“Yes… but…”
Yata looked at his lower body in fear. The rod was starting to get erect, but not yet to the point where it could be joined.
“What’s gotten into you! There’s no way someone who can hide a golden house can’t get a hard-on.”
“But… lately… I need a woman to suck me or I can’t get hard.”
“Hmph! What an extravagant old man.” Ejima, who was helping Makuho’s thighs from the sidelines, said.
“Never mind, put the woman down. It’s not a bad scene to have a female investigator sucking on a meat stick.”
The hanging hands are untied, and Mameha, who is tied behind her back instead, is pushed to her knees in front of Yata.
“Lick it.”
Yata grabbed Mameha’s hair and pushed her onto the not yet fully erect rod.
Mameha’s expression was taut with shame and anger, but the act of sucking a man’s cock while kneeling naked in front of him under his watchful eye caused Mameha to feel a fiery, lustful pleasure.
Sticking out his tongue and taking the rod into his mouth, swallowing all the way down to the back of his throat and licking around the glans with the tip of his tongue, Yata’s rod quickly began to get erect in Mameha’s mouth.
Feeling pain in his throat, he spat out the rod and rubbed the tip of his tongue on the back of the erect penis. A humming sound emerges from Yata’s mouth.
Mameha took the balls in the meat sack one by one in her mouth again and sucked on them.
It wasn’t quite a hard-on, but it was kind of amazingly upwardly looming for his age.
“Almost there, just lie down here.”
Mameha had to lean her head on the floor and lift her plump ass high in the air.
“Great, by the way, I’m going to ask the mayor to plug you in.”
“┅┅”
With a little hesitation, the iron pipe hit Makuho in the ass.
“Oh…”
“Say!”
“Umm… Mayor Yata… please stick it in me…” said Mameha with her eyes closed.
Yata clasped his hands around his peach-like ass and thrust in.
“Ah…”
The pleasure coming from her ass caused Mameha to resist wiggling her ass as her sensuality rose rapidly.
The thrusts moved faster. Orgasm approached. Yata’s hand holding his ass was also harder.
“Stop!” Sugita suddenly yelled.
“Almost…” Yata was still thrusting with a pained expression.
“I told you to stop right now.”
Sugita pushes Yata away.
“You’re a horny mayor. Put him in the next room for now.”
Sugita finished, replacing the combination of Yata and Mako’s asses.
“Old man! Follow me.”
Ejima traps Yata’s hands and then pulls him naked into the next room.
“So, let me taste this side.”
Hosono leaves the camera and pulls Shouko Nozawa, who is sitting in the corner, to the center of the room.
（２）
Sugita, who was on his third turn, was thrusting from behind Shouko’s ass. She was naked and her hands and feet were not trapped and tied.
But Shouko had no sense of resistance from the start, and there were ropes invisible to the eyes tying Shouko’s limbs tightly.
“Nozawa Shouko, your brother is in our hands, cooperate with us or we can’t guarantee your brother’s safety.”
This call came on the eve of coming to Osaka.
Her brother Zhongsheng is ten years younger than her and is the only brother. They had lost their father at a young age. Tadao is now enrolled in college, and his living expenses and tuition are paid for by the money that Shouko brings in from Yata. Tadao is against this practice.
“Pay it back slowly when you graduate and have a job.”
Shouko kept her brother in school this way.
Shouko is horrified to hear that her brother has been kidnapped by radical elements.
“What is it that you want me to cooperate on?”
“It’s simple, just tell us where you and Yata met in Osaka.”
“This kind of thing…”
“It’s no use playing dumb, we’ve already investigated. You’d better come clean and tell us so that we can spare your brother’s life, or else…”
“Nothing yet.”
“Is my brother really okay? If it’s at your place, let me hear his voice.”
“Sure.”
Immediately a sound close to a roar was heard.
“Sister! I’m fine… don’t worry… I’m…”
Tadao’s words cut off here.
“Chung-sang, what’s wrong with you? What have you done…”
“Don’t worry, he wanted to tell us about the location, so it’s just a matter of keeping his mouth shut. What are you going to do? Are you going to see death for your brother?”
“Okay… but make sure my brother comes back safely.”
“We’ll keep our word, as long as you don’t betray us. This matter must not be told to the mayor or anyone else. If it leaks out to anyone, your brother will be dead.”
“Y…” Sugita’s movements began to accelerate.
There is no way to suppress the pleasure that spreads through the body. When a woman is over thirty, her body is at its most mature.
The three men were all in their twenties, a whole lot different from Yata’s semi-erect thing. It had been a long time since I had tasted a man so fit.
Shouko couldn’t enjoy it to the end because none of the men ejaculated inside Shouko.
Hosono from earlier was waiting for Sugita to cum inside Mameha, then immediately pressed himself against Mameha’s body and ejaculated. Ejima did the same.
Sugita, who was now thrusting, would surely do the same.
Jealousy and humiliation swirl around Shouko’s heart, and not only that, but Yata hurts Shouko’s self-esteem as well.
Yata is no longer able to do normal intercourse, so he usually asks Shouko for sadistic play, whipping with a leather whip, dripping wax oil on his body, and torturing with an electric dildo.
Recently, he hadn’t been able to get an erection this way, so he began to have a colonic. In front of Mameha, just caressing her breasts and licking her lower abdomen with his tongue, he waited until Mameha gave him a blowjob and surprisingly got a full erection.
Indeed, Mameha was a flawless beauty. Classy and sensual, tall, with nicely curved legs, plump breasts and ass, and more importantly, she was young.
Shouko acknowledges all of this, but refuses to admit that Mameha is more attractive than she is.
Sugita’s thrusting motion became faster.
“Ah…”
Shouko let out a sweet whimper and actively wiggled her plump ass while strangling the man’s rod.
Just as he was about to reach orgasm, Sugita’s rod pulled out.
Sugita leaned back beside Shouko and said, “Come on.”
Shouko is trying to mount Sugita.
“Idiot, not you.”
Sugita pushed Shouko away and pulled Mameha on top of him.
Hosono and Ejima let out a lewd laugh at the same time.
“Clean up the aftermath.”
After saying that, he stood in front of Shouko and shoved his rod, which was covered with Mameha’s nectar and the man’s cum, into Shouko’s mouth.
The humiliation made Shouko’s whole body tremble, but she still used her tongue to lick the shriveled cock clean.
Mameha, whose hands were still tied behind her back, rode on Sugita’s waist, actively wiggling her ass and making sexy noises.
A one-color notification was received and a police car arrived five minutes later.
“The mayor and the female investigator from the Ministry of Public Security, as well as the mayor’s lover, have been kidnapped by the radicals.”
Upon receiving the notification, we immediately set up a police network by conducting close proximity inspections throughout Osaka City.
“Did it get late and doze off?”
Detective Nitani of the Public Security Department showed a cold look of sarcasm.
“Yes… I’m sorry.”
No matter what kind of rebuke is thrown at him, he can’t defend himself.
It is common in this industry to think that you are not careless, but when something bad happens, you are considered to be negligent in your duties.
The only thing you can do is remember the model and license number of the car parked in front of you, so it probably won’t take much to find it.
The only concern was Mameha’s well-being.
There was a transmitter set in the heel of Makuho’s high heels, so that in the event of danger, a simple turn would tell her where she was, but no signal had been detected so far.
This means that she is now in a position where she is unable to turn the heels of her high heels.
Don’t die. I haven’t slept in the same bed with you, the number one beauty of the police department.
Mameha and Shouko stood opposite each other, however, Mameha’s hands were trapped and tied behind her back. At Shouko’s feet was a bamboo knife, and both were naked.
“Start the duel.”
Sugita gave the order. After they’d each snapped at Mameha’s body twice, they got tired of that kind of play and decided to make the two women gay.
Ordinary homosexuality wasn’t exciting enough to make one a queen and the other a slave. So it was decided that a duel would distinguish who was master and slave.
“But she’s an investigator who knows martial arts and deserves a fair duel.”
Sugita has Mameha’s hands still trapped tied behind her back while Shouko can reach for the bamboo sword.
Mameha had no fight in her at all, and even Shouko did the same, just looking down at the bamboo swords at her feet.
“Well? Won’t listen to my orders?”
“It’s impossible, I can’t do it.” Mameha said in a low voice while shaking her head.
“Yeah? But you should be able to do it.”
Sugita looked at Shouko and said, “You haven’t forgotten about your brother, have you.”
Shouko’s expression tensed.
“You want to get him out safely.”
Mameha couldn’t understand their conversation. Shouko suddenly picks up the bamboo knife.
“To do serious work, the victorious ones get to play with each other, and the round ones become each other’s slaves.”
Shouko’s hand with the bamboo knife was hard, her expression stiff, her eyebrows raised.
“Shouko! Wait!”
It was no use for Mameha to scream like that. The bamboo sword swung at Mameha.
Mameha barely dodged it, but then immediately slashed across the room. The tip of the bamboo blade skimmed the lower edge of her breasts. Mameha fell to the ground and dodged.
Shouko’s bamboo sword swings down towards Makuho’s head. Makuho rolled his body and on the third hit to the shoulder, Makuho’s leg wrapped around Shouko’s.
Shouko’s body lost its balance and fell down. Makuho quickly climbed to his feet and kicked the bamboo knife into the corner.
At that moment, Shouko clutches Makuho’s leg with such force that Makuho unmercifully kicks Shouko in the stomach.
Shouko let out a grunt of pain, but didn’t let go of Makuho’s leg and tried to keep kicking when Shouko bit into her calf.
As she hesitated for a moment, her leg tripped and Mameha fell on her butt.
Shouko mounts Makuho, grabbing the hair and letting the back of her head hit the ground as hard as she can. Receiving a slap, but not with her hands, Shouko is picking up a high heel shoe that was thrown to her side and hitting Makuho in the face.
“That… put that…” Mameha fainted before she could finish her sentence.
Shouko grabs Makuho’s hair again, pulls up her upper body, and hits her in the face with a high heel.
Makuho regained a bit of clarity and immediately headbutted his opponent’s face.
Shouko gets a nosebleed and falls down.
Immediately, Mameha lunged over and grabbed the heels with her trapped, bound hands, turning the heels with all her might, but they didn’t budge.
It was a high heeled shoe without a transmitter mounted on it, and immediately looked around and saw a high heeled shoe by the wall a few meters away.
Trying to roll her body to crawl over, but bleeding from the nose, Shouko, who was like a bitch, raised her bamboo knife in front of her.
This time it was impossible to dodge, and his whole body was subjected to a fierce beating from the bamboo blade.
Mameha really didn’t understand why Shouko was being so mean to her.
（３）
It took a tub of cold water on his face for Mameha to wake up.
“Don’t get up yet.”
Shouko grabs the hair and pulls Makuho up while palming him.
“You are my slave now.”
“…” Mameha opened her hooded eyes to look at the man standing next to her.
“That was decided earlier. You will obey her or you will have to use this thing again.”
Sugita waved the bamboo sword in his hand.
“The slave shall say the slave’s oath.”
“Yes… I am a slave.” Mameha said.
“Do you understand now?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“So, say it again.”
“Yes… King Shouzhi…”
As Mameha swore, Sugiko’s foot stepped on Mameha’s head.
All of Shouko’s movements mimic Yata’s. She was the one who was tortured before, so she knew what to do. Now it was indescribably pleasurable to play with a woman younger and more beautiful than herself.
“Mameha, go get your heels.”
“Yes, King Shouzi.”
Makuho went to the heels with the transmitter first and crouched down with her back to them, trying to pick them up with her hands.
“Wait, you’re a bitch, you can’t hold it in your hand.”
“Yes…”
Mameha had to pick up the heels in her mouth and bring them to Shouko, then go get the other one.
“These heels are great, I’m going to wear them.”
“Yes, please.”
Shouko put on her heels and asked, “Does it look good?”
“Yes, it’s pretty.”
“A slave can’t use such high class heels, I’ll wear them for you.”
“Yes… but…”
“Are you not satisfied?”
Shouko’s feet in heels step on Mameha’s shoulders.
“Hmph! Now lick your heels clean.”
“Yes, King Shouzi.”
Mameha dropped to her knees and licked her heels.
“Lick the soles of your shoes clean too.”
Shouko lifted her foot. Mameha saw this as a good opportunity and defiantly stuck her tongue out toward the sole.
“And lick the heels.”
Shouko shoves the heel of her heels into Mameha’s mouth, and Mameha pretends to lick it, spinning the heel with her teeth. But after all, unlike her hands, she can’t spin the heel.
“What are you doing!” Shouko suddenly spun her heels hard.
“Umm…”
The mouth seemed to be broken, and Mameha’s tongue felt the taste of blood. Shako lifted her head to glare at Shouko.
“What a look on your face!”
This time Shouko kicks Mameha in the jaw with the toe of her shoe and Mameha’s body topples to the floor. Shouko continues to kick Makuho regardless.
“Well, almost.”
Sugita grabbed Shouko’s shoulder to stop it.
（４）
Ejima and Hosono dragged Mameha to the next room. The three-tsubo-sized room was lit, but there was nothing else.
A completely naked Yata sits against the wall.
“You guys wait.”
Yata shouted hurriedly, but the door to the room immediately closed and the sound of locking was heard.
“What’s done?” Yata asked as he looked at Mameha, who had fallen to the ground covered in bruises.
“It’s a duel.”
Mameha didn’t even have the energy to lift her body, but simply explained what had happened.
“So it looks like Shouko is the queen and you’re the slave Ro?”
After Yata finished, he asked, “Did they fuck Shouko too?”
“That kind of thing…”
“Stay out of it and answer.”
“Yes.”
“Surely… she’s not sexy?”
“┅┅”
“How’s Suddenly? Doesn’t Shouko look happy.” Yata grabbed Mameha’s hair and pulled her face up.
“I… I don’t know.”
“No? So you’ve got your own sexy self and can’t be bothered to look at anyone else?”
Yata pushed Mameha’s head away and stomped back and forth across the room as if he was very upset.
“Does Shouko have a brother?”
“There is. A brother in college. What about that?”
“Oh, it’s just…”
“That kind of doesn’t matter, don’t think of a way to escape from here yet. What a useless bodyguard. What if the videotape that was just shot gets out on the market? My political career will be over, how are you going to explain this to me?”
“I know.”
“What do you know? If you know, do something about it.”
“I’m thinking.”
“You’re too conceited. You should have thought about this situation beforehand, and it’s your job to research a good countermeasure, right? It’s really useless, and you’re still being fucked by those guys to the point of having pleasure, aren’t you ashamed of yourself as an investigator?”
Mameha didn’t answer. There was no use arguing with the capricious old man now.
Soon after, Yata, however, wonderfully said in a gentle tone, “I have a favor to ask of you.”
Yata’s eyes were fixed on Mameha’s snow-white ass lying on the ground, her plump ass looking even sexier because of her injuries.
“As you probably know, I’m not finished…”
Said the words and swallowed them. Yata sat there, his meat stick towering to the sky.
“Can I keep getting it?”
“Mayor, you…”
“Don’t ostracize me alone.”
Yata’s face showed the standard “Yata smile” as he approached Mameha.
“Please don’t be ridiculous.” Mameha lifted her heavy body.
“Why it’s a nonsense thing. Didn’t you enjoy yourself with them too? If you can fuck them, why not me?”
“You’re the mayor.”
“You’re an investigator.”
“That’s…”
But now it was a state where nothing could be said to make him accept it. In a room with only two people, the naked body of a beautiful investigator lying naked on the floor with her hands tied behind her back was really full of temptation for a man.
“Spread your legs. Enjoy each other, and you won’t hate this.”
Yata’s hand touched Mameha’s knee as she bent her legs.
“No, don’t.”
Makuho straightened her bent leg with all her might. The foot kicked Yada’s chest, and Yada’s body toppled over.
“You woman!”
The smile disappeared from Yata’s face and he lunged at Mameha’s body with glaring eyes.
Makuho goes for another kick, but this time it’s ducked and Yada’s double fist hits Makuho in the gut.
“Oh!”
Makuho was powerless to resist. Yata took advantage of Makuho’s inability to resist and swung wildly, even though the old man’s punches were too much for his already weakened body to handle.
“Ah… spare me… please… don’t do this…”
“Do you promise to do as I say?”
“Yes… do as you say…”
“Be my slave?”
“Willing…”
“That would require an oath.”
“Y…” swore Mameha as she raised her body and knelt at Yata’s feet, her forehead to the ground.
“Master, I, Mameha Ikegami, would like to be your slave from now on.”
“Okay, lick it.”
Yata grabbed Mameha’s hair and shoved the rod into his mouth. Makuho had to lick it with her tongue.
The meat stick immediately began to swell.
“Isn’t it delicious? Have to suck harder.”
Yata’s hips pushed forward, the glans toweling up to Mameha’s throat.
“Oh… um…” Mameha couldn’t help but frown.
“You just lie down here.”
“Yes, Master.”
Makuho is on his back on the floor, and Yada relentlessly stomps on Makuho’s face.
“Lick it!”
The toe was shoved into his mouth and Mameha had to lick it.
“To suck.”
Yata paused for a moment before continuing, “Sucking the toes one by one, licking the left foot after the right.”
After licking, Yata caresses Mameha’s breasts with his feet. Completely different from the subtle caresses earlier, it was a very rough rubbing.
“Is it sexy?”
“Yes… yes…”
“If it’s sexy, it should make noise, right?”
“Yes… ah… good…”
Mameha made a sound. It was an act, but a sexy fire had appeared inside Mameha.
“Spread your legs.”
Mameha closed her eyes and spread her slender thighs wide apart. Yata’s bunions began to play with the petals.
“Isn’t it wet in here?”
“It’s… wet.” Mameha’s face was red and her voice trembled.
Yata’s toes penetrate the already injured anus.
“Ah…”
“Well? Is that happy?”
“Yes… ah…”
Seeing his toes stained with blood, Yata couldn’t help but press into Mameha’s body as if he were unable to resist.
（５）
Yata’s body didn’t move after he ejaculated, and it took some time before he slowly left Mameha’s body.
Meanwhile, the door to the room opens and Hosono and Sugita enter.
“Both of you are satisfied.” Sugita ate and grinned.
“The old man’s spirits are still good, and the shot certainly came out well.”
Hosono held up the VCR in his hand for them to see.
“Wh… what do you mean?”
“This is a sneak peek. The one just now seemed like a performance and lacked realism. This one, anyone watching would think it’s an incestuous relationship between the mayor and a female investigator, right?”
“This… you guys…” Yata cried out, at a loss for words.
Officer Stonehill of the S-Department was notified of the incident around 1:00 a.m.
“There are people making a lot of noise at a nearby apartment complex, go tell them to be quiet.”
Constable Ishiyama is only twenty-one years old, very young, enjoys police work, has a strong sense of honor, but hasn’t toweled into a big incident yet.
What he fantasizes about every time is the scene where he’s chasing down a kidnapping suspect or murderer all by himself and handcuffing the killer.
Also, catching it easily isn’t exciting enough. It’s better to be more interesting to fight the murderer and then suffer minor injuries such as broken bones yourself.
But he’d met either a questioning or drunken man in the past, neither of whom were vicious criminals who’d left him wounded.
It would be nice if the radicals who kidnapped the mayor would show up.
That’s what he thought two hours ago when he received the emergency notification that the mayor had been kidnapped.
But tonight, the dream of rescuing the mayor all by himself might have to be abandoned. Whoever was haunting the apartment must be a homeless person or a drag racer.
Still, it’s a trip.
Stone Mountain police officers mounted their bicycles.
Mameha, at this point, once again knelt at Shouko’s feet and licked the roots of her thighs.
“A good licking of the anus too.” Shouko spread her legs and gave the order with her arms crossed.
Sugita and the other three, along with Yata, were all watching from the sidelines.
Mameha burrowed between Shouko’s legs and carefully licked the petals and anus. From Shouko’s stamen, nectar kept flowing. Mameha used the tip of her tongue to apply the nectar to her anus, the tip of her tongue slowly plunging in.
“Umm… well… that’s it.”
As she kissed and then sucked on her anus, Shouko’s hand grabbed Mameha’s hair, demanding more intense stimulation.
Shouko’s anus quickly bloomed as it swelled, and Shouko’s grunts became louder as the tongue entered and swirled within it. Mameha’s snow-white thighs left a lot of nectar in the midst of such humiliation.
“Okay. You did a good job and are going to give you a prize.” Shouko spat on the floor.
“Lick it.”
“┅┅”
Showing hesitation, Shouko’s palm immediately hit her face.
“What? Aren’t you happy?”
“No… I’m happy… It’s an honor for a slave to eat the saliva of the King of the Shoujo children.”
“Then lick it faster.”
“Y…” said Mameha, kneeling down and licking the spit that Shouko had spit.
“Is it good?”
“Yes, it’s delicious.”
“Something better for you then. You lie on your back now.”
As Mameha lay on her back, Shouko straddled her face and said, “You open your mouth.”
Mameha’s eyes widened in surprise as she opened her mouth. Shouko’s petals were aiming for Makuho’s mouth.
“Open your mouth a little wider. You’re going to drink every drop, okay?”
“Y… yes… yes,” Mameha nodded, closing her eyes in resignation.
A warm stream of water filled Mameha’s mouth.
Mameha swallows it as if she’s trying desperately, but it still comes too late and spills out of the corner of her mouth. Shouko deliberately wiggled her ass so that the golden stream squirted in Mameha’s face.
“You got it.”
Shouko finished peeing and squirmed with her foot on Mameha’s face.
“Ah… King Shouji, please forgive me…”
“Then lick up the leaks too.”
“Y…” said Mameha, on the floor, licking desperately.
Upon arrival at the apartment, Officer Stonehill quickly located the house where the call was received. Two cars were parked in front of the house.
It’s not a bum, and it doesn’t look like a drag racer.
After shining a flashlight, head for the foyer.
Hearing a knock at the entrance door, Sugita and the others’ expressions tensed.
Mameha and Shouko, who were in the middle of a sex game, didn’t seem to hear the voice.
“What could it be?” Hosono said.
“I don’t know, check it out.”
“Good.”
Hearing Sugita’s words, Ejima stood up. He had the iron pipe in his hand.
The moment he came to the foyer and looked out through the fish eye of the front door, Ejima’s face changed drastically.
“Hello! This is the police, open the door.” The policeman outside the door knocked on the door and shouted at the same time.
Oops! Ejima rushed back to his room.
“What’s going on?”
“The police… the police are here.”
“What?” Sugita and Hosono looked at each other.
“Hey! Come and save me! I’m Yata!” Yata suddenly shouted.
“Old man! You shut up.”
Ejima punched Yata in the face and Yata fell to the ground, unable to move.
“How many cops are coming?” Sugita asked.
“One… one.”
“Then there’s a way to escape. You go and bring the police here.”
“Is there no problem with that?”
“Never mind, just say there’s a patient.”
“Eh, got it.”
“Wait, it’s better if Hosono goes.”
Hosono walked out of the room as Sugita picked up his boxers and stuffed them in both women’s mouths, then stood with Ejima to the left and right of the door, iron pipes and bamboo knives in hand.
Less than a minute later, the footsteps of two men were heard.
The door opened.
“You go inside!” Hosono pushed hard from behind the Ishiyama police.
The moment Constable Ishiyama entered the room, the iron pipe and bamboo knife came down on his head.
With just a twist of his body, the constable fell to the ground, bleeding from his head.
“Tie the whole lot up.” Sugita ordered as he handcuffed the officers.
Mameha, Shouko, Yata, and Ishiyama are trapped with their hands and feet tied and things stuffed in their mouths, of which Yata and Ishiyama are unconscious.
“Go away!”
“Aren’t these people going to be taken away?” Ejima looked at Mameha reluctantly.
“Dumbass! What about the proctor on the scarf?”
Hosono and Ejima picked up the VCR and followed Sugita out of the room.
Seeing a group of people walk out of the room, Mameha twisted her body and moved closer to Shouko.
“Put the heels…” there was no way for Mameha to say something like that with something stuffed in her mouth.
Sticking out her chin and pointing at the heels. But I don’t know what Shouko was thinking, shaking her head backward in fear.
“High heels! Give me the heels!”
Mameha was screaming inside, trying to get her head closer to Shouko. Shouko was shaking her head, trying to get away.
Mameha had no choice but to body slam Shouko with what was left of her strength, and both women’s naked bodies fell to the ground.
Tried to take off Shouko’s heels with her toes, but Shouko was still struggling and it wasn’t easy to get them off.
There was nothing else to do, so Mameha had to headbutt Shouko. Shouko’s body then didn’t move and she was able to get her heels off as well.
I tried to grab the heels with my hands, which were tied behind my back, but my fingers were completely numb and I couldn’t move them.
Makuho thought of a way to get the heels reversed so that the heels were facing up.
Mameha sat down toward the heel of her shoe.
“Umm…”
It took two tries to finally get the heel of the shoe to penetrate the anus. The anus was already hurting, but it still defiantly clenched and wiggled its ass.
A “click” is heard as the heel turns under the buttocks.
“Come on…” Mameha chanted in her mind and then passed out.
“The kidnapping of Osaka’s mayor by invaders has been solved. The Mayor has been rescued and all suspects have been arrested.”
Inside a room in a converted warehouse in Yokohama, three men are listening to the radio news. One of them, sitting on the floor with his hands trapped and tied, is Tadao Nozawa.
“Not good.” The lighter-skinned man with the flat head said as he put out his cigarette butt.
Another man with dark glasses and a burly physique asked with an uneasy expression, “What to do?”
“Get out of here at once, it will be dangerous to be here.”
“Where’s the kid?”
“Take it away, it can be fixed anytime.”
Only untie the rope that traps your feet.
“Stand up and come with us.”
Tadashi was led outside by the man wearing glasses. It was dawn.
The car is parked right in front of the door. Zhongsheng looked around. There were no pedestrians in sight, but the sound of a car moving was heard, probably not far from the road.
“Get in the car.”
The man with the glasses opened the rear door. Taking advantage of this, Tadao body-slammed him.
The words “anytime” made Tadasu take action.
“Don’t you run away!”
Zhongsheng ran desperately toward the road. When he was in college, he used to play basketball, so he was confident in running.
The man with the flat head immediately started the engine.
“Get in the car!”
Catch up with the man in glasses who is chasing ahead and put him in the assistant’s chair.
“Let’s just let him run away and forget about it.”
“No way! He knows the license plate number of this car.”
Catch up with the gas, there’s still 10 meters to go before we reach the road.
While trying to force Zhongsheng to the right, a right-turning van came driving by from the road. In the split second before they collided, both vehicles turned their steering wheels to the left, and Zhongsheng’s body was caught between the truck and the power lines.
Tadao Nozawa dies after five days in a coma, and both Mameha and Ichise attend his funeral.
Makuho’s injuries hadn’t healed yet, but at least he could walk.
“Murderer!” Shouko shouted frantically when she saw Mameha.
“You’re the one who killed Zhongsheng. If you don’t move, Zhongsheng won’t die.”
Shouko yelled and rushed at Mameha, grabbing her by the hair and punching her around. Mameha didn’t fight back, and the people around her rushed over to stop it.
“Damn it! Give me back my Tadashi.” Shouko kept yelling.
“It’s better to get out of here.” Ichise’s hand rested on Mameha’s shoulder, urging her to leave.
“That woman has gone mad.”
Back in the car, Ichise lit his cigarette and said, “I probably couldn’t do it if I asked you not to take it to heart.”
“It doesn’t matter, sometimes women are more resilient than men.”
“Yeah? What an underestimate.”
“Eh? Where are we going?”
The car drove in the opposite direction of the Ministry of Public Security.
“Why don’t we go back to see the minister’s face on a day like this, and go for a drive to see the sea. There’s a great restaurant in Yokohama.”
“Good thing too. Your treat, of course.”
“Again.” Ichise’s hands left the steering wheel in an exaggerated gesture of displeasure.
“I’m getting the same paycheck as you.”
“Like I said, sometimes women are more resilient than men.”