(i)
It’s still cold on the streets of Tokyo on a March night, and I clench the collar of my coat to ward off the gusts of wind.
“I can’t forgive,” I thought, “I can’t go on like this, even though I still like Kawahara-kun, but I can’t get drunk and slap me at Disco!”
I’m a 22 year old female bank clerk, in the bank, I still have a lot of self-confidence in my beauty, and my fiancé, Yoshio Kawahara, is a police officer in the Shinagawa branch of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and since there have been no clues to the recent disappearance of several teenage girls, and the news agencies have always been very embarrassing to the Shinagawa Department, and have always been talking about how they want to make the police to be thanked for their crimes, and it seems like the director is also angry with Kawahara-kun today, so in the disco Kawahara drank a lot.
Although angry, but the heart has been thinking: do not sleep outside tonight, driving do not have an accident ah!
Thinking about it, I walked to an empty intersection, the dead streets and the sound of the wind made me realize that I was in danger, “It’s already 4:00 a.m., I think I heard Kawahara-kun say that there was a case of a missing girl a few days ago outside a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away.” I looked at my watch: “I wish I was in Kawahara-kun’s arms!”
I quickened my pace, imagining an Edo period horror movie I watched yesterday, and ran toward my car, which was a hundred meters away, when the sound of a car’s engine, the sound of a van, rang out from the corner of the street.
I took the car keys out of my coat pocket and instinctively leaned over to the side of the road. By the light of the van’s headlights, I saw my beloved red Mitsubishi 3000 sports car quietly leaning on the side of the road, and suddenly I felt that the van behind me had slowed down.
What a pain in the ass! The van driver behind me must have been in the car again looking at my legs under my short coat with just a short skirt, but I’m used to those men’s hot stares – let them look! Anyway, my legs just look good, I wonder what this horny driver looks like?
I slowed my pace haughtily and proudly and lifted my head, pretending not to care as I looked backward.
The white headlights stung my eyes, I couldn’t see anything, I instinctively used my hand to cover the light to fix my eyes, and the scene in front of me gave me the creeps!
Two tall figures jumped out of the van, which hadn’t stopped yet, and pounced on me like wolves, and with a yelp I turned back to my car, but my high-heeled foot happened to hit a rock, and my foot went sideways, while inertia made me lurch forward, causing me to fall to the cold ground, and the keys to the car fell out of my hand.
I fought to get up and try to pick up my keys, but I couldn’t see anything in my eyes, which had just been stung by the headlights, and in my panic, I felt a wet towel gagging me, and suffocation caused me to desperately suck in a breath as a strong odor rushed straight into my nostrils, then stimulated my brain, and I couldn’t help but feel soreness in my limbs.
When I was about to fall down, a big hand held me from behind, I felt like I was flying up slowly, and the big hand clamped down on my waist so tightly that I couldn’t breathe, and then I didn’t know anything… (II)
In the middle of the clouds, I was flying surrounded by a group of small birds, underneath me were green trees, blue water, golden rice fields, I was free to swing my wings forward, suddenly a huge black shadow appeared above my head Isn’t that the Rakshasa in the horror movie?
The Rakshasa grimaced ironically and waved his hand violently at me, and my wings were frozen in cold ice, followed by my body, as I fell involuntarily downward.
I wanted to scream, but the dry stinging pain in my throat made it impossible for me to scream, so I could only let my body plummet downward, and stopped violently, and I looked down with my mouth wide open, and it turned out to be a cloud that had caught me, causing me to float in the air.
As soon as my heart settled down, I felt the coldness that surrounded my body eating away at me, causing me to shiver… At that moment, the clouds underneath me shook, and it turned out to be a gust of wind that was blowing the clouds, causing them to sway from side to side, and I was rolling back and forth on top of the clouds, threatening to fall at any moment… I closed my eyes in despair… and when I opened my eyes, I could not see a thing in the darkness, and in my ears, I remembered the familiar sound of the lorry engine… and in my nose, there was a fishy smell. The smell of fish was in my nose and the coldness still surrounded me I was having a nightmare.
What was in my mouth made me shut up, both cheeks sore from the unknown thing propped up in my mouth, nasty, who this rude, bullying a young lady!
Oh, my God! Why can’t I move my hands? Why can’t I move my feet?
Why is it cold? Why does my body tingle? Is it still a dream?
Groggy, with questions and discomfort all over my body, I passed out.
Numbness and coldness woke me up, I raised my head and a glimmer of light coming through the gap in the wagon made me realize everything, the coldness and fear made me cry out I was hanging from the steel beams of the wagon and was still naked! A gag ball, the kind sold in sex stores, was stuffed in my mouth!
About a meter below me were baskets and baskets of sardines, tied behind me with my hands unable to move, my two legs tied tightly together with rope and curled up behind me, and my body was also tied with rope in the turtle shell style of SM movies, tightly strangled into my snow-white body.
Two thick ropes were passed through the ropes tied to my back and buttocks, and the other end was tied to the steel beam on top of the truck, making me swing in mid-air… I struggled desperately, but it was useless… and my tears continued to fall…
What’s wrong with me?
Where is this going?
Will I freeze to death and what awaits me?
In the midst of boundless fear, he unconsciously passed out again.
I do not know how long, the car finally stopped, the body is only left numb and no longer cold, the sound of the tide ringing in my ears let me believe that it is to the beach. Cabin door “when” opened, blinding sunlight for a moment so that I can not open my eyes, someone unlocked the roof of the rope, carry me to jump out of the car, I want to scream, how can the ball in the mouth of the tight pressure on the tongue, I can only send out a “whimpering” sound, gradually, my eyes! Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the sunlight.
On the empty beach stood several men in kimonos, grim-faced, each with the word “Yoshi” emblazoned on the back of his kimono, as did the man carrying me.
Naked and exposed to the gaze of the men, I was mortified as the men wordlessly carried me onto a long diving board reaching out to sea, at the end of which a large fishing boat was anchored, followed wordlessly by the others.
After a few men were aboard, the ship set sail offshore at the sound of the muttering, and the man set me down on the deck, skillfully untied me, removed the ball from my mouth, and brought me meal and water.
I moved my numb arms and legs, looked at him blankly, and asked him timidly in a hoarse voice, “Who are you?”
The man slapped me hard: “Asshole! Don’t talk, follow orders, eat!” Then he stood aside and watched me, naked and in tears, finish my meal.
When I finished eating, he carried a suitcase from the lower cabin and threw it on the deck: “Put on your clothes.”
I opened the suitcase, but instead of my clothes, it contained a pair of high-waisted leather boots, garters, long black stockings, a leather girdle, a chastity belt, a steel collar, steel handcuffs and leg irons, a couple of pieces of twine, a dildo, a double-ended jumper and other such perverted things!
I was so scared that I couldn’t move at all, but just lowered my head and cried. The man waited for a while and impatiently yelled out, “You little bitch, you look like you haven’t been trained at all, and you’re just another thing that gives trouble! Inoue, Nagano, come help her!”
At the sound of the answer, two fierce men jumped over to me, and brutally picked up my delicate body… First, they put a tight black girdle on me, tightening the straps of the girdle around my elegant waist so that I could not breathe. Then they grabbed my long hair, spared it from the back of my beautiful neck, wrapped twine around my upper arms, and wound it tightly several times around the top of my breasts, and several times around the bottom of my breasts, and tied another piece of rope through my cleavage to the ropes binding the top and bottom of my breasts, so that my white, beautiful breasts stood out proudly because of the bindings that had been placed around them.
The one rope was still tightly spared around my neck and tied in a knot at the back of my head, then the two remaining ropes were wrapped tightly around my waist in a lustful manner, and most pathetic of all, they opened up the dildo and shoved it into my red, tender pussy with a sneer, right to the bottom! Then the rope spared from my waist was tied in several large knots and pulled dead downward, pressing against my clitoris, anus, blocking the exit of the dildo in my vagina before tying it tightly at the back of my waist, causing me to grunt softly in pain and pleasure!
The leather chastity belt was pulled tight, locked behind my back, and the lower opening of the belt “clicked” with a lock, and with the sound of the lock, I was convinced that I had been taken away from my freedom by someone else.
The frantic stirring of the vibrator caused me to bend over with trembling, but the two men brutally straightened my body, locked a collar around my neck, handcuffed me behind my back, tied a garter belt around my waist, put on my stockings and high-heeled leather boots, and locked my ankles in shackles. A chain hung down from the collar at the back of my neck, attached to the handcuffs locked behind me, attached to the leg irons, leaving about twenty centimeters of chain to lock a heavy iron ball, and I collapsed on the deck in agony under the weight of my body’s restraints.
However, the man also wrapped a rope around my already handcuffed wrists to tie them dead tight, passed a knot through the rope at my back so that my arms rested tightly against the top of my back, and the other end passed through my back to tie my thighs, and bent my shackled feet back so that my large and small legs rested against each other, binding the rope tightly between the rope and my thighs.
This turned me into a beautiful piece of wood with only a grunt in my mouth and tears in my eyes.
But soon I was denied even the right to grunt: a gagging ball gagged me again, its straps behind my head and through the side of my nose pressed tightly against my head, and a lock locked it in place!
“It doesn’t look like Miss has had this experience, so I’ll be rude!”
Having said that, the tall man who was the leader of the men who had carried me off slowly came over and instructed the other two men to pull down a thick rope from the mast and pass it through the ropes that were tightly bound to my body, pulling the rope up to try the balance, which was a little heavy underneath because of the iron balls locked underfoot, so the men adjusted the ropes a little more.
With a wave of the chief’s hand, a creaking sound rang out, so that my beautiful, well-built, extremely tired young girl, bound by ropes and chains, with a gag ball locked to her head and a chastity belt locked to her pussy with a wildly spinning dildo, her face reddened with shame and a numbness and pleasure she had never known before, was drawn by the two men round the ropes fastened to the mast and dragged helplessly along the deck. The young girl was pulled by the two men around the ropes fastened to the mast and dragged helplessly along the deck.
A burst of pain came from the foot’s, and it turned out that the iron ball was also being dragged by the chain locked to the steel shackle, and when the rope pulled a little, the iron ball used its brutal gravity to bring a stinging pain to my ankle! The fact that it was blocked by high heeled leather boots didn’t reduce the pain much.
The pleasure from my pussy stimulated my nerves, so tormented and unable to make any sound, the nectar silently and slowly seeped out from the side of the chastity belt, sticking all over the inside of my thighs, and even more down my stockings towards my knees, I couldn’t help but desperately squirm my limbs that couldn’t move in the slightest, drool dripping from my mouth on the deck, making a bright line under the light of the sun!
Suddenly, feeling a lightness in my body, I was suspended by the ropes and the iron ball followed me up in the air, mercilessly pulling my ankles downward. Tears filled the frames of my eyes from the mix of pain, shame, fear, and pleasure as I swayed in the air with the rocking of the ship and the tugging from both the ropes and the iron ball up and down.
Slowly I was raised to the top of the mast, and opening my misty eyes, the whole ship was within my sight through my long, drooping hair, surrounded by a vast ocean, and with the exception of a few sea-birds, there were no moving objects.
Loneliness surrounds me, and Kawahara-kun’s face comes to mind, and I want to scream Kawahara-kun’s name, but all that comes out of my mouth is “whimpering” and crying, and the relentless churning of the vibrator that I can’t get rid of.
My fragile nerves also endured to the limit, the pain all over my body disappeared in a flash, the sea in my eyes suddenly became incredibly beautiful at this moment, my body was floating in the clouds just like the situation in my dream, my clitoris was as hard as iron because of the blood engorgement.
The blood in my body, boiling as if it were rolling away, rushed to my head, and my body struggled with the desire to stretch and relieve this torture, but the ropes and chains that bound me strangled deep into my beautiful body, not giving me a little space to release myself, but rather intensifying the intensity of the torture.
Every capillary swelled, every muscle spasmed, causing my body to shake uncontrollably and violently as I floated, Kawahara-kun’s voice and face flashing before my eyes, my nectar leaking out frantically, dripping uncontrollably downward, and a burst of dizziness tightening.
With all the strength of my body, gathered in my current only cathartic place throat, let out a long angry hoarse, and trembling like a wild animal horn full of pleasure whimper.
The orgasm, which I had never experienced in my life, came like a typhoon, hitting me like a hammer in the back of my head, and my nerves were spinning because I couldn’t stand it. Kawahara-kun disappeared in a flash of blinding light, followed by infinite darkness, and in the midst of this tormenting transition from heaven to hell, my body became so weak that I fainted again…
(iii)
The cold woke me up suddenly; I had been hanging from this high mast about all day.
“Am I alive?” I pondered, there was no moonlight, the sea was pitch black, only a little light emanating from the ghostly midst of the ship’s cabin, and sadly, I was still alive.
I could hear the men’s crazy and rough laughter, the numbness of my body seemed to have already left me, only my tear-dried face could feel the night’s piercing sea breeze, the ball gag was still stubbornly clinging to my mouth, and my teeth were aching as a result. There was no saliva to moisturize my throat as if there was a fire burning in it, and the dildo in my lower body was no longer rotating, and the pain of my vagina tightening from the pleasure was coming into my head again and again.
I tried to move my limbs with all my might, but apart from the bone-chilling pain, my efforts only managed to make my senseless torso helplessly sway a few times under the pull of the ropes.
Listening to the wild laughter from afar, the immense pain, loss and loneliness caused my tears to slide down again, and I really wanted to die, but the tight bondage all over my body deprived me of even this last little right!
Helpless and anxious, I let out a hoarse, heartbreaking cry from my throat.
The desperate struggles caused the wooden mast to sway slightly, a strange sensation came from the silky friction between the dildo clamped between my tightly closed thighs and my pussy, which in turn prompted all my muscles to be under extreme tension again, and coupled with the struggle of my limbs and the lurching hull of the boat that sent my body drifting dramatically, the orgasm returned, but the pleasure was soon replaced by pain.
God, when will these days end!
My cries alarmed the men in the cabin, quiet for a while, dimly see the cabin out of a few dark shadows, whispered a few words, I feel my body in the “mute” sound of the slow descent. Not long after, was up and down seven, eight strands of pinky-thick hemp rope binding squeeze numbness difficult when the breasts touch the deck of the sharp pain so that I know I am no longer like a kite floating in mid-air.
After having my body moved around a few times by the men, my body relaxed a lot, yet the sluggish blood flow brought me pins and needles of pain once again.
After a while the pain stopped a little and I opened my eyes, the nasty gag ball in my mouth had been removed, my lower body was free of the vibrator rubbing against it, the ropes binding my hands and feet had been untied, and even both of my hands could drape helplessly over the side of my beautiful body sprawled out on the deck – the handcuffs had been released!
There was still the solid steel collar around my neck, and the chains that the collar locked me in were still attached to the shackles and iron balls, but it was an immense relief to me, who had been confined for so long, with a couple of big feet in clogs dangling in front of my eyes, and the sea breeze carrying the scent of rice balls.
Fixing my eyes on a food box with some steam still rising from it, and a water jar commonly used by fishermen, I was silent, enjoying the pleasant sensation of relaxation alone, and not caring about the several fiery eyes shooting behind me.
After a long, long time, I was lifted by two men, the hatch slammed, and I was finally no longer exposed to the sea air.
The two men laid me down in the cabin, gently raised my hands to my body, then snapped on the cuffs, locked the chain on the collar, locked the chain to an iron ring on the bulkhead, put the food where my hands could reach it, covered it with another blanket, and quietly retreated.
My relaxed body gave me a chance to think about the day’s problems.
Who are these people?
They say it’s a murderous group, but they torture me but don’t kill me; they say they’re robbers, but none of them have sexually assaulted me?
Where will I go next?
And it looks like these people are very disciplined, like they’ve been trained, are they the Red Army?
But as cruel as it was, it wouldn’t be against a young girl with no background for no reason!
Forced to sit up with pain, I picked up a cup of slightly warm water with trembling hands, drank a few mouthfuls to moisturize my already parched throat, there are still ropes on my body that bind my breasts and upper body, and a girdle that is tightly tied around my waist. Lower mouth open, but the waist is still locked chastity belt, shackles locked high boots and other cumbersome, want to remove some, but think of the cold face of the leading man, or do not dare to do this, only disheveled heavy lying down, so that the body try to keep comfortable, and fell into a deep sleep.
(iv)
I was dragged into one of the cabins inside and left on the floor, face down on my back unable to move, crying out hoarsely in despair at the thought of what was about to happen later.
Fujimoto’s cold voice came from behind again: “That’s Miyoko-sama’s room, since you’ve come a long way to work hard, you don’t need to receive lessons today, take a good rest here, someone will call you at dinner!”
They did something behind their backs, and my body, which had been on the ground, rose high into the air again, and after hoisting me up, the two men bowed respectfully to Fujimoto and withdrew in reverse. Fujimoto looked up and unlocked the iron ball under my feet, and locked the shackles on a chain through the wooden post in the house, so that my body was suspended in mid-air no longer rotate, but also threw a bunch of keys in his hand twice, sneered, clogs tread out the door, and the wooden door was pushed closed and locked.
The room quieted down, I also stopped crying in vain, opened my red eyes to adapt to the dimness of the room for a while, looked around: this is a 20, 30 square feet of the house, furnishings are very simple, the wall side of the door by the side of a small dresser, on top of the wooden comb and some cosmetics, it looks like it is designed for girls to live. In the innermost part stood separately two thick wooden pillars, both of which wore chains at the height of one man, and my feet were chained to one of the pillars, and in the corners there were neatly arranged beddings, and a strange wooden frame about half a man’s height, with one end of a triangular piece of wood with the sharp corners upward nailed to one of the wooden pillars, and the other end supported by a piece of round wood having the shape of a horse’s head; and in the other corner was a black-cloth-covered something the size of a dining table.
High beams hanging off the lights and a few pulleys, a few ropes hanging down from the top, I was one of them hanging from the ground at a height of one person, legs are chained and can not be naturally sagging, so I was in pain, stirring a few times is not much use, so no longer move, so as not to be hung more pain. Unconsciously, fell into a deep sleep.
After waking up, surrounded by darkness, it must have been dark, the body does not feel a little, the vibration of the egg also stopped, the mind is blank. At this time, the sound of footsteps came over, the overhead light instantly issued a dazzling light, piercing my eyes, heavy footsteps behind me, “clatter” sound, my legs heavy hanging down, with the body because all the weight is concentrated on the rope behind me and very sad.
As my body was also lowered, my legs braced themselves to the ground, but then I fell to my knees and slumped to the ground because I had no strength. A strong force lifted me from my armpits and dragged me forward into another cabin, then pressed me onto the treadmill.
Lifting my head helplessly, I was startled by the scene in front of me: in the middle of the room, around a few low dining tables, there were seven or eight beautiful girls like me, wearing high leather boots and bound with collars around their necks. Instead of looking sad, they were talking and laughing with each other!
We all had fairly hearty meals in front of our tables, and a couple of burly guys standing behind us were still talking to all the girls in a pleasant manner at this point.
Suddenly, one of the girls with short hair and big eyes who was talking the most vigorously owed herself to me and said, “This is a newcomer, isn’t it? I’m Etsuko Asakusa. It’s my first time meeting you, so please take care of me.”
I also bowed and replied, “So you’re Ms. Asakusa, I’m Miyoko Eki, please take care of me.” But my mind was trying to remember when I’ve heard that name before. Because I couldn’t get my balance right and was a bit distracted, I almost fell to the ground, and a man behind me rushed to help me, which caused the people in the room to laugh.
Asakusa smiled and said: “It was like this when I first came here, but you’ll get used to it after a few days. In the wooden island as long as you obey, the brothers will not bully you, their purpose is to make us well trained, waiting for President Kumamoto to appreciate us well, am I right Hasegawa-kun?” She headed off, towards a shorter man behind her demurely jiggling her breasts, squeezed high up by the ropes, while mouthing a few wantonly lewd cries, making everyone laugh.
After the laughter, the taller girl with long hair who was next to Asakusa smiled at her and said, “Etsuko, aren’t you afraid of being embarrassed? You’re acting like this in front of the new girl.” Then her eyes turned to me: “She is always like this, please don’t mind Miyoko-san, we are all from Tokyo, I’m the oldest here, and also the first to come, everyone calls me a senior sister – Chitanda, please teach me more.”
The others introduced themselves after her: Apricot Kimura, with her stylish hairstyle and pretty melon face; Tomotsuko Asaki, who was small and delicate; Haruko Moses, a half-British, blonde girl born in Manchester and raised in Tokyo, whose Japanese name was Moses; Natsumi Miyamoto, who was elegant, and didn’t smile much; Emi Kudo, the youngest of the group, who was only nineteen; and Mizuno Meiba, whose skin was tanned to a healthy black. The youngest here, Emi Kudo, is nineteen years old; the one with a healthy black tan and the sweetest laugh is Mizuno Meibo.
After being introduced one by one, I also asked offhandedly because of the pain of bowing and having to painfully balance with my tightly bound arms, “May I ask at what time of the day we will be untied?”
Chitanda shook his head : “Although it’s good for us, in order to develop everyone into a qualified masochistic character, we have to be tied up like this every day, except for changing positions and eating sometimes during the course, and this is the most basic position for the day. The people here are all masters of tight bondage, and their tight bondage techniques won’t yet cause us to damage our bodies due to excessive blood non-circulation, so since we’re here, please get used to it as soon as possible, Miyo-chan! Oh, and after Fujimoto-san arrives to give us a lecture, we’ll have about an hour or so without being tied up. Please be patient.”
It was at this moment that the door was pulled open, and out of the darkness stepped Fujimoto’s figure, and the room fell silent, waiting for him to slowly walk to the middle of the room, bowing together, they bowed and saluted: “Good day, sir.” I also had to bend down.
Fujimoto only hummed: “I was away the other day, I heard that everyone worked hard, especially Miss Miyamoto has made the most progress, already able to have an intermediate masochistic character, here to express my gratitude, and to ask Miss Miyamoto to work harder.”
Miyamoto respectfully bowed deeply: “You’re too kind sir, I’ll try my best.”
He changed his words, fierce gaze at Asakusa Etsuko angrily: “I also heard that Miss Etsuko today in the reverse bondage tutorial is still laughing, it is simply a joke, a month later if this is still like this how can satisfy the president, do not you want to go back to Tokyo!”
Asakusa, who had been smiling a moment ago, was trembling with fear, shrugging her shoulders with light whip marks on her head, she desperately cried and bowed towards Fujimoto: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Asakusa won’t dare to do it again, Asakusa wasn’t a qualified slave, Asakusa will correct herself! I beg you, sir, to punish me!” Everyone also lowered their heads and didn’t dare to speak, only Asakusa’s cries echoed in the spacious cabin.
After a while, Fujimoto seems to feel that Asakusa really know the wrong, sighed: “In fact, all along Ms. Asakusa has been very hard, the voice is also more natural, in the course is also very active, can be very consciously grabbed to accept some excessive some of the conditioning, from this point of view, we all still have to learn from Asakusa ah. You are all invited to the island from the big city, and also after a certain amount of time training, the only purpose is to let you as soon as possible to have a masochistic mentality, so that President Kumamoto to appreciate the beautiful image after you become the president of the slaves, so you must double the efforts in this not so long time, as soon as possible to meet the requirements, please everyone!” After saying that, he bowed deeply to us girls.
We returned the salute: “Yes!”
“I have to go to Honshu tomorrow, so I’ll leave things here, and Asakusa won’t have to sleep in her room after dinner today! That’s all, please have dinner.” After saying that, he walked out of the room with big strides. Asakusa was still bowing towards the door, “Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! …”
We were then untied for dinner, a particularly sweet meal for me since my stomach was empty from days of torture, and everyone stopped talking because of what happened to Asakusa.
After the meal we were allowed to take a hot bath, under the watchful eye of the men, of course. Before we could fully stretch our arms, which were numb from the day’s bondage, the men brought in large bundles of rope, one girl for each man, and tied us up again as we were, with leather boots, shackles and balls, and chastity belts for each of us. The others were more used to it, except for Asakusa, who was bound by two men, and both of them were tied so hard that she was sobbing in pain, and interspersed with heated cries of lust because of her masochistic personality!
First, they took a gag ball and gagged Asakusa’s mouth, and also put a PVC mask on her, because the mask was very small and very elastic, so it was barely put on her head and was tightly hooped around her head, only revealing her nose and her two eyes with big drops of tears coming out of them. The ropes that bound her body were thicker than ours, and deeply strangled into the snow-white flesh, bluish purple in color; her hands were lifted upwards to the limit, and were not placed parallel behind her back like ours, but rather, the tips of the fingers were upwards, and the palms of her hands were joined together by the ropes and hung high up in her back, and a kind of thin and transparent rope was also taken to tightly wrap each finger around each other, so that there was no possibility for each of the joints to have any movement.
The toes of each of her feet were also wrapped with that fine cord without the high leather boots we all wore, nor were they shackled; a chastity belt made of pure steel was locked around her graceful waist; a ring of pure steel was locked around her waist, and a chain dangling down was attached to a ball of iron one size larger than ours.
At this time, she was pushed down to the ground, her feet were together with twine wrapped ten times and then in the ankle longitudinal winding, fastening, above and below the knee, thighs and heels also with rope similarly wrapped several times, and then her big and small legs together with rope bondage dead, at this time, she can’t even move her toes! Then, the two men took out a vibrator with a screw buckle, and painstakingly opened Asakusa’s thighs, and screwed the screw buckle of a steel hose from the back of the chastity belt into the anus, and then the two men shouldered Asakusa, who was tied up like a stone that could only moan with a low voice, and the other man held the iron ball that was locked onto her body and walked towards the chastity belt. The other man held the iron ball locked to her body and walked to the tallest wooden frame in the yard.
After placing her on the stone floor, the men nimbly tied the rope hanging down from the rack to the rope on Asakusa’s back, but instead of hoisting it up, they fetched a small pump, a power supply, a bucket of milk and other items, connected the power supply to the dildo and the small pump, inserted the hose in the anus to be penetrated deeper into the milk, adjusted the pump’s horsepower to the very bottom, wanting to let the milk slowly flow into the anus one drop at a time, and then connected the power supply so that the small pump and the dildo on the island Generator can be driven by the continuous movement, before slowly lifting the shallow grass.
By the light of the courtyard, seeing every inch of Asakusa’s body that was bound and glistening spasm uncontrollably, letting out an almost inaudible hiss of grief because of being gagged, and slowly ascending to the top of the eight or nine meter high wooden frame, also scared us to the point that we were trembling all over, biting our lips and not daring to make a sound.
As we watched Asakusa’s ordeal in disbelief, the men were urging us to go back, so they escorted us back to our respective rooms one by one, and a series of “clattering” sounds of chains trailing on the ground resonated throughout the courtyard.
Chaining me to the wooden post in the room, drawing power from the wall, connecting it to a vibrator and inserting it into my not yet fully recovered vagina, flipping the switch on the vibrator, and covering us with a quilt, then turning off the lights and heading out the door, letting the vibrator exert its lewdness, thinking that the other sisters were enduring this torture as well.
Already exhausted, I could do nothing about the excitement, so I shook my body to relieve the lingering sensation, thinking not to become a masochist, but my indisputable orgasm came anyway.
After my orgasm, I was gasping for air and thinking, “Is that thing going to torture me all night too?” But the vibrator suddenly stopped for some reason, so I had a chance to close my tired eyes, and the low and high moans from the other rooms gradually calmed down. After a few minutes had passed, the courtyard was deathly silent all around except for Asakusa, who was still on a high shelf enduring the torture that was going to last all night.
I don’t know how long, suddenly, the damn vibrator suddenly rustled again, I was woken up by this pleasure in my sleep, I instinctively struggled to pull it out, but I forgot that my hands were still tightly tied behind my back, and the sudden spasm of my muscles made me scream, and I hit my head heavily on the wooden wall, the pain made me wake up for a while and stop screaming, and in the silence of the night the next room in front and behind me was also faintly moaning – it turned out that we had all been activated suddenly! Room also faintly heard moans – it turned out that our vibrators were all suddenly activated by someone!
Just when I felt that I was about to lose consciousness, the damn vibrator finally stopped slowly, and I fell asleep again in a deep sleep. However, just after I fell asleep, the vibrator seemed to have life, always wanting to go against me as if it was spinning again, and the next room was the same: it turned out that it was being controlled by someone.
After I don’t know how many weeks of spinning had stopped, the difficult night was finally over, the sunlight from the window was spreading on my sweaty, soft skin, and the covers had somehow been kicked to the corner in my struggle.
(vi)
The cabin by the dock looked so lonely in the bright moonlight, and I was so hot that I was sweating, but somehow I was trembling. I darted to the cabin and carefully pushed at the rickety wooden door, the bright light from the roof flashed me with a dizzying gleam, not caring so much at the moment, I dodged inside to escape the bleak night, and it took me a while to get used to it, before I had time to look around the cabin.
The room was no different from a normal room where people keep their belongings, but it was fairly clean, with two rows of wooden shelves on each side, and a large mirror right in front of the doorway to show the special purpose of this place. When I looked up occasionally, a bright spot behind the light let me know that this place was under surveillance, “Be careful, go for it!” I warned myself. I said admonishing myself.
The items on the wooden shelves were neatly arranged, French-made chemises, combs, fire-red restraining garments, high-waisted gloves, high-heeled leather boots, dildos of two sizes glittering with metal with one red and one green display light, nipple clamps connected by thin wires, black stockings and equally black garter belts, a large bundle of ropes, chains, handcuffs, shackles, a couple of locks with no keys, a packet of head gag balls, a large red cloak, etc., lying there quietly.
A few days of conditioning had familiarized me with their use, causing my cunt to spasm with excitement. Steadying my wildly beating heart and thinking of the thrill that was about to follow, I slowly removed my makeup case and carefully dressed myself.
After the mirror had become unbearably radiant, I had used up quite a bit of time, and without bothering to satisfy my narcissistic mind, I couldn’t wait to put on the straitjacket, which had only one grommet on each of its wide straps, as if it had been designed especially for me, and couldn’t be fastened at all without using every ounce of my body’s strength, and after fastening all the straps in one go, and then pulling on the zipper that covered the straps and locking the head of the zipper with a lock, I had time to look up and gasp sharply and laboriously under the constrictive garment, and to breathe as I could for the rest of the night.
With the lower opening of the straitjacket still unlocked, I carefully wiped the fine sand off my feet with a towel, unpacked the stockings, slowly slipped them on and secured them with a garter belt, and slipped on the high-heeled leather boots. I then picked up the vibrator and inserted it into each of my vagina and anus in response to the gurgling love juices, aiming the small protrusion on the side of the bulkier rod body at my clitoris while leaving the attached pair of clamps down for the time being, after which I carefully snapped the lower opening of the restraining garment shut and locked it in place with a lock.
Next I removed the ropes, folded them in half and bound my body in the basic tortoise style, thinking that a little looseness would not allow me to achieve such an impoverished orgasm in a short period of time due to my conditioning, so I tried to bind every inch of the muscles of my delicate body with all the strength I could muster, so that all the places where I could feel repression were in the merciless bondage of the ropes without exception, and the long hours of tight work in the bank and my superb mimetic Long years of rigorous work in the bank and my superior mimicry had led me to believe that I was already an extraordinary master of self-bondage, for the image of me in the mirror in rope bondage was so poignant that I could not contain myself!
Later activities were much more difficult because of the poor blood flow, gently clamping the nipple clamps on, I picked up the gag ball again and stuffed it into my mouth, pulling it tight behind my head and locking it in place along with the strap pulled from the top of my head at the back of my head, which was so tight that saliva immediately flowed from the corners of my mouth as the hat’s straps were carefully fastened and the thin veil of the hat was lowered.
Further below I locked the collar with a long chain while the other end hung down, and I removed the ankle shackles, and shackled the shackle rings at each end of the 25-long chain around my graceful ankles and tightened them to the last clasp, and the 15-long knee shackles were similarly tightened by me and locked with a locking head with the same chain as that on the collar, and in this way all the bodily restraints except the handcuffs were already being applied by me in the overloaded mental pressure and the repression that I had been feeling before yearning for and the pleasure that had come to me. shuddered and perfectly accomplished.
Removing my ankle-length hooded cloak, I draped it over my body, carefully tying each strap. I fear that this was the only defense that I could use to protect myself from the extreme danger that I was in during the test, for in the midst of such tight confinement, perhaps a mouse could have harmed me without my being able to make any move in self-defense, even if it was every man’s last instinct of defense – to run away.
After making sure that every inch of my skin was wrapped up in the cloak, I looked at myself in the mirror: the bright red girl set off by the crumbling walls was very attractive, and her slightly tired eyes carried a complex expression of anxiety, fear, longing, and pleasure. Although the fat cloak covered Aman’s body, my trembling and tightly bound body still flashed occasionally, and I carefully put on my gloves, which were made of PVC and reached my elbows. I carefully put on the gloves, a pair of PVC women’s gloves, elbow-length, with a strong elasticity that made them tightly wrapped around my long, white arms, and the touch of my hands against each other produced the characteristic leathery scuffing sound that aroused my nerves to no end!
While I was admiring the little slave who had already self-bound herself to a delicate and unusual degree in the mirror, a cold and familiar voice came from the darkness on top of the cabin: “No. 027, today’s test is still a bit difficult, so please hurry up and finish it, and cheer up!” I was taken aback, an indicator light above my head told me that I was under someone else’s watch all the time.
So, reluctantly holding onto the wall, and at a very small pace, I pushed open the wind-blown wooden door, restraining my vibrator and the amplitude of my lower limbs with two chains.
The wind with the smell of the sea temporarily cooled my enthusiasm, and in the distance, under the dark night sky with twinkling stars, a small boat propelled by the tide and rocking more than a little waited for me quietly.
I looked up and desperately gulped, my hands groping behind me for the handcuffs dangling from the chains. But when I touched the handcuffs, I couldn’t help but feel a cold chill in my heart – it was too high, roughly 10 centimeters higher than the height I’m usually chained to! But the current situation has made it impossible for me to turn back, this Fujimoto guy won’t take pity on me, one of the dozens of slaves! Trying my best to control my tears, I leaned against the wooden board wall, using my right hand to support my left hand, I reached into the handcuffs, and then pressed hard to tighten them, but my right hand was a bit more problematic, I had to rely on my own heavy weight to solve the problem, my right hand’s elbow looked at the right angle, and I pushed it with strength into the ring clasp, relying on the endurance of my several days of being mercilessly conditioned, and my innate flexibility, I finally used my left hand, which was already having trouble rotating, to lock the ring clasp tightly! !
The thrill of self-mutilation turned me on, and my vagina twitched slightly for a few moments, and I relaxed my elbows with great control to catch my breath and prepare to drop my weight to my feet, but I forgot about the hold of the handcuffs, and a wave of dizziness as the arbitrary relaxation of my hands with no planks to rest on carried me to suffocation.
At that moment the vibrator in my lower body suddenly vibrated, and I let out a long cry from my throat like that of a female animal in the throes of sexual intercourse, and my body threw back – my first orgasm of the night had come.
After a brief moment of unconsciousness, I awoke to the wind blowing through the slit in my cloak, the cold exacerbated by the sweat that covered my body, and forcing myself to fight back the post-orgasmic weakness, I rolled over, flexed my legs in the grip of my knee cuffs, and then leaned back against the boards and slowly managed to get to my feet, which was relatively easy for me after a restraining sleep. Legs trembling, listening to the clatter of chains all over my body and the friction between the leather, I stepped carefully onto the stone path.
The journey in front of me seemed so long, although after the initial processing, but the surface is far from flat, originally high heels already make me can’t control the balance well, plus the chain control pace can’t be more than 15 centimeters, so the pitted slabs of stone once again tormented the poor bondage girl, can only stumble and move, finally, the small fishing boat is already in front of us!
The boat rocked more than a little under the tide, an ordinary offshore fishing boat, with a bunch of nets stacked haphazardly on the foredeck that looked like they hadn’t been used in a long time, and a couple of truck tires for crash protection hanging off the banged-up tin hull. There was a figure bobbing in the dim light in the cockpit, I called out to him from my throat in his direction, I don’t know if it was because my voice was muffled by the sound of the waves or what, but he seemed to have seen this helpless girl at the side of the boat, but didn’t look like he was going to come out and help in the slightest, and still stood quietly with his hand on the rudder.
My mind raced for a moment, choosing one of several options, watching for the moment when the bow of the boat would be crushed by the waves, closing my eyes, joining my legs and putting my weight on my torso to jump aboard. With a loud thud, I finally jumped safely on top of the stacked nets, but was still choked in the back by the float, and I didn’t even have time to look back at the pain, as my weight caused the nets to lift with the bow of the boat, and I slid like a thoughtless piece of wood towards the cockpit! And for what was in front of me, all I could do was watch my head break.
At that moment a force terminated my fall, which in turn pressed me dead against my arms, and lifted me up on the deck it turned out to be the man. I was pushed by him to the mast, copied a ring buckle in the mast, through a small hole in the cloak, a hand through the gap in the cloak in front of me, the ring buckle “click” on a small ring in the corset, the shackles to lock me also fixed to the bottom of the mast, so that I no longer sway with the waves.
The man then began to examine all the restraints on my body from the feet down, feeling very carefully for every latch, every knot, and after he had looked at the locks on the gag ball, nodded his head with satisfaction, straightened my hooded veil, and stepped into the cockpit again, starting up skillfully, and in a short time the harbor was left far behind.
The little fishing boat looked so small under the starry sky, and on the mast wrapped in chains and ropes a forlorn girl was looking up at it-that was me.
Already the aches and pains all over my body made me afraid to imagine how I would accomplish the tasks ahead, and through the veil, the stars in the sky loomed large. “What is Kawahara-kun doing now? Is he still thinking about me? Impossible, he wouldn’t know where I am, so is it possible that I won’t see Kawara-kun anymore? If he knew the situation I’m in he’d definitely come running to my rescue!” The thought of Kawahara being so anxious that he’d be banging his head desperately against the wall is what he’s always like. Unable to help the tears that were already preventing me from seeing anything, I cried out. With the monotonous sound of the motor, I got tired of crying and passed out.
Dazed, I heard the sound of the motor gradually slowing down, and opened my red, swollen eyes to see a larger island, with a hill in the center of it, and a patch of white houses, quite unlike those in Japan, sleeping at the foot of it.
When the boat was fully anchored to the wharf, the man stepped out, separated me from the mast, tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed noiselessly to a name-plate outside the cockpit, which, by the dim light, showed vaguely a map of the island, with an arrow starting from the wharf through the patch of houses in front of us, and pointing straight to the foot of the hill, terminating at a thick, heavy point, which stood for something that was not known. At that moment there was no room for much thought, and walking to the boat on his own, he first stabilized his upper body as best he could on the diving-board, and the man grasped the posts of the diving-board bolts as hard as he could to help the boat as best he could against the dock, and with his other hand leaned over and grasped my shackles, and lifted them with such force that with a great pain in the ankles my body was on the dock, and then the man walked away noiselessly, and, bolting up the cables, he stealthily disappeared into the cockpit again.
The prolonged numbness of my body had made it extremely difficult for me to stand up in my current state of bondage, and there was also an eyeing vibrator, but I knew I couldn’t give up yet, so struggling, I stood up, but because I couldn’t get used to the solid ground, my body swayed and stumbled, and my left foot lurched forward, with the sharp heel of my shoe catching on the crack of a wooden board, while my right foot was too heavy to move. .
Horribly, this tilt caused my vagina to compress tightly and the vibrator to vibrate like mad, while the nipple clamps sent out a weak current at the same frequency, and then my body shuddered and lurched forward, fortunately I was still in control, and the heel of my left shoe was free of the already somewhat rotten board, and with a weak knee I fell to my knees and ricked my body on the diving board to complete this second orgasm!
In the night I glanced back at one of my own in a sea of anchored fishing boats, thankfully it was still anchored quietly and hadn’t abandoned me, and though I knew that the men wouldn’t leave until I returned from my mission, the worry lingered in the back of my mind. I explored the gaps between the planks with the tips of my shoes, straining to move my heavy gait, and after a long period of purely mechanical movement, I finally completed the difficult journey.
But I could also see by the starlight that another difficulty awaited me – there was no road, the nearly 100 meters of sandy beach was strewn with oyster shells and all kinds of unknown aquatic objects washed up by the sea, and the nets mended by the fishermen were randomly spread out and hung on the wooden racks, so I could only desperately look for a place where there was no obstacle to walking slowly, for I did not know whether the objects scattered on the beach would do me any harm.
The high heels made it necessary to be careful with every step I took, and even then the lack of a solid heel on the sand made both my feet suffer, and the shackles, I wondered if they had worn out the leather boots, made me feel as if my ankles were already skinned and aching. I counted in secret and tried to keep it at one number per second, which would take my mind off the pain and the difficulties before me, and finally, at the count of two thousand, I stepped on solid ground.
The floor was likewise made of uneven slate, and the outermost houses of the little fishing village were close at hand, and the sound of the waves behind them faded away, and snoring seemed to be audible in the silence of the ears from the open windows.
I held my breath, fearing that my heavy, rapid heartbeat would wake the sleeping fishermen. On tiptoe, I was sure that I could walk this distance quietly, when the crisp “clank” of the chains broke through the silence of the fishing village! I was stunned, this is what I did not expect and in any case can not control, I do not dare to move, but the lower limbs because of the excessive shock and fatigue and trembling with shackles and collars locked with the chain more loudly shaking. Cold sweat was pouring down my face and I knew the best thing to do was to press forward, I had to get away before I woke them up!
“Clatter, clatter, clatter”, originally in the sound of the tide in the insignificant sound of the chain, in this sleepy village but like a thunderbolt, even if any one of the villagers heard or inadvertently came out to see this appearance of me, that is absolutely my doom!
Finally, one house was slowly left behind and following the route I finally made my way onto uninhabited land without letting anyone notice, but I had to be careful because I was only twenty or thirty meters away from the nearest house. Now was the time to look for conditions.
But in front of me corresponding to the map place is a small piece of woods, in addition to the middle of a tallest unknown tallest tree, there is not a little nothing special, I desperately gulp a mouthful of water, moisturize a long time ago parched throat, manipulation of broken step walked over.
Struggling up the upward slope, he cursed Fujimoto and the others for their venomousness in using such a devious trick! When I raised my eyes, the large tree was already in sight. However, I no longer had any strength to investigate it more closely, leaning against the tree and panting helplessly, my mouth huffing and puffing as my breathing was inhibited by the gag ball! It suddenly occurred to me that there were still a few orgasms left to achieve, but my current physical condition was so bad that the pain had already made it problematic for me to even walk, let alone have any orgasms at all. But Fujimoto’s grim look made me shudder at the thought, his orders were not to be disobeyed.
Thinking of this, with tears in my eyes desperately clenched my legs, so, my lower body and nipples will once again feel the tremor, but originally these sensitive parts bring me only pain, infinite pain, can not bring the slightest sign of an orgasm, the heart is anxious but there is no way to do it, the more anxious, the more can not be reached, and the more can not be reached the pain will be even more serious. The terrible thing is, the vibrator and nipple clamps can not stop the stimulation of my sensitive parts, can not help but want to separate the legs to alleviate the pain, but was shackled and knee cuffs control can not cross the scope of its control, this burst of over-exertion will form a vicious circle.
In such a strange environment; no one knows the island; no one’s help and love; hidden in the darkness of the inexplicable dangers; pain all over the body; and all of this is only by a tied up in knots beautiful girl to bear, the terrible thing is that this poor people actually is me! The heart could no longer bear the excessive strain, and cried aloud in pain.
For a moment, all the humiliation, aggression, as if the world’s pain had come to me, my body spread so soft that I had no strength to support it any more, and collapsed to the ground against the tree. Maybe it was the torture of the long time instrument, maybe it was the pain of being abused that awakened my pleasure, my eyes went black, and another orgasm finally came with infinite pain.
(to be continued)