Police affairs

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On the stairs leading to Platform 13, a young and beautiful woman in a business suit hurried up the steps. She was between 26 and 28 years old, very beautiful; no one would disagree that she was a stunning beauty. Her face, as beautiful as an idol actress's, was flushed, and she was panting heavily. As she ran, she looked around, and suddenly, she saw a black leather bag on a trash can not far ahead.
Her cherry-blossom lips were tightly pursed, and her devilish figure, no less beautiful than her face, leaped towards the trash can. She grabbed the bag and ran towards the tram that was about to depart, but was blocked by a station attendant at the door.
"Excuse me, is this your bag?" Before the attendant could finish speaking, a black object suddenly appeared before her eyes—a police officer's badge, updated a few years ago with an American influence.
"On official business, get out of the way!" She glared at the attendant, and after he hurriedly moved aside, she jumped into the carriage, the door closing slowly behind her. The tram started moving, and she sat down in a seat near the door. Immediately, her legs felt heavy and leaden, and she had no strength left to stand up. She had actually run over 30 kilometers to get on the tram. Her name was Nogami Saeko, an elite detective in the Metropolitan Police Department.
The incident began a week earlier when a group of terrorists carrying biological weapons plotted to attack an aircraft carrier at a US military base on Okinawa, en route to the Middle East. Fortunately, the US military intercepted intelligence beforehand and captured the terrorists. However, shortly afterward, the seized biological weapons mysteriously disappeared.
The silver briefcase contained four 500cc sealed containers filled with a highly infectious hemorrhagic fever virus.
Initially, the US military did not inform the Japanese government or judicial authorities but conducted a covert investigation.
However, the thief of the biological weapons preemptively exposed the incident to the media before the Japanese government and police could learn of it. Furthermore, the thief sent photos of the briefcase and the sealed containers to the media and strongly appealed to the public to protest the entry of biological weapons into Japan.
For days, the media relentlessly criticized the Prime Minister for blindly following the US in dispatching Self-Defense Forces to Iraq. The judiciary was in chaos, and the Self-Defense Forces were on high alert across the country. Even in this dire situation, the Metropolitan Police Department refused to provide intelligence to the US military, citing its inability to determine the characteristics, number, or motives of the perpetrators. The US military viewed this as retaliation by the Japanese government, but the Metropolitan Police Department had its own hidden difficulties.
While informing the media, the perpetrators also mailed a package to the Metropolitan Police Department's Special Investigation Headquarters. Inside, besides photos of the biological weapons released to the media, was a letter and a mobile phone.
The letter stated: "Give the phone to Inspector Nogami Saeko, Deputy Director of the Metropolitan Police Department's Special Investigation Headquarters. She must obey my orders. If she disobeys or doesn't answer the phone, I will cut off all communication with you, and I cannot guarantee what will happen to the biological weapons afterward."
The Special Investigation Headquarters, unprepared for the perpetrators' sinister intentions and facing the critical situation, had no choice but to comply, instructing Saeko to take the phone and obey the perpetrators' orders.
The perpetrator used a voice changer during the call, giving instructions to Yako in a voice whose gender and age were indistinguishable. Yako followed the perpetrator's instructions, running back and forth in Tokyo, and was then ordered to board a designated train. At that moment, the perpetrator told Yako, "You're excellent; I've noticed you for a while. My purpose this time is to get revenge on the police, and on you." Before coming, the perpetrator ordered the Special Investigation Headquarters not to allow Yako to carry tracking devices, communicators, hidden microphones, weapons, or a personal mobile phone, and specifically stated that she should not be followed or protected. To prevent the situation from escalating, the Special Investigation Headquarters had no choice but to agree to his demands, leaving Yako isolated and helpless.
Where was the perpetrator monitoring her? Her phone only had receiving capabilities; she couldn't contact headquarters for help or receive instructions. Yako had no choice but to obey the perpetrator's orders.
The phone's indicator light came on. "Do you remember me?" Yako remained silent. She had arrested dozens of criminals, and if you added their friends, relatives, and other related people, the number would be even greater. How could she possibly remember them all, especially since the criminals were using voice changers?
"Hmph... Open your purse, there's a pair of tweezers on top. Take it to the toilet, go through the second door!" Suppressing her unease, Yako took the tweezers from her purse and went into the toilet deep inside the carriage. When she pushed open the second door, she was filled with panic. A camera was fixed on a tripod, the lens pointed at the toilet seat.
"Put one foot on the toilet seat, spread your legs in front of the camera, and then, while maintaining that position, pluck all your pubic hair. If there's even one left, hmph..." "No, that's too insulting, no..." Yako roared into the phone.
"Don't get excited! If you don't obey orders, this ends here. But, Yako, are you sure you'd do that?" Yako was stunned by his words. Those stolen biological weapons, conservatively estimated, would kill at least half of the Japanese.
"So? Pull it out or not?" Yako's face was flushed red with shame. She made up her mind to sacrifice herself and agree to his request. "I, I'll pull it out, I'll pull it out..." Her left leg slowly stepped onto the toilet seat. The bright light from the upper right illuminated her face and crotch clearly.
"Okay, then hurry up and pull it out!" As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was cut off. The humiliation lessened slightly. Her right hand trembled as she held the tweezers and moved them towards her crotch. A pubic hair was pulled out.
"Ugh! Ugh! Oh..." A sharp pain shot through her thigh. There was no time. The tram would reach its final stop in less than an hour.
"Ugh... Oh... It hurts, ugh... Ugh... It hurts, it hurts..." Tears streamed down her face as Yako endured the excruciating pain and pulled out the pubic hair between her legs. Fortunately, she loved swimming and frequently went to a beauty salon for pubic hair removal. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, so it should be removed quickly. After
all the pubic hair between her thighs was plucked, Yako wiped away her tears and walked out of the restroom, but the devil's phone started vibrating again.
"Feels cooler down now, doesn't it?"
Yako was immediately speechless with humiliation.
"Okay, now for the next step. When you exit the station, you'll see a warehouse. Go inside. Don't worry, nobody goes there." With that, the phone hung up again.
As soon as Yako stepped off the platform, she saw an abandoned warehouse. Looking around to make sure no one was there, she quickly went inside. Inside, just like the restroom, was a video camera with a tripod, and in front of it were two school desks placed side by side.
A sudden vibration struck her hand, and Yako quickly put the phone to her ear. "You still haven't figured out who I am, have you? Humph... I've already been declared innocent, but you police still won't let me go, making it impossible for me to live a normal life. I hate you. To get revenge, I've been lurking near your house..." Yako quickly recalled, confident she hadn't arrested the wrong person. However, during the investigation, questioning, investigating, and even detaining suspected suspects might incur their resentment. The criminal said he was lurking near her house, but that didn't necessarily mean he was someone she knew. It was unlikely she could confirm his identity so easily.
"You don't understand this kind of hatred! From now on, you can't disobey my orders, and you're not allowed to talk back. You have to do whatever I ask." The criminal's arrogant tone echoed in her ear, and Yako broke out in a cold sweat, dreading the consequences of refusing him.
"Don't talk to me about human rights, and don't tell me you have the right to refuse my demands. If you don't obey my orders, I'll efficiently spread bacteria everywhere. It's not impossible for Japan's population to decrease by 70%. My motive is to get revenge on the police who framed me. Besides, you bear a great deal of responsibility for framing me. You should at least compensate the victims, right?" Yako bit her lip tightly. Indeed, if they went against his wishes, it would be impossible to know when and where he would spread bacteria. In fact, the efficient, large-scale spread of bacteria he mentioned was impossible, but even spreading a little bit would cause unpredictable disasters.
"You should know your position! So, let's continue this game. There's a bag with the letter 'a' on it in the purse. Take what's inside and put it around your neck!" Taking out the bag and opening it, Yako immediately flew into a rage, glaring at the camera. Inside the bag was a thick dog collar.
"This collar has a mobile phone receiving function. It contains an earpiece and microphone. We'll use this to talk to you from now on." Slowly withdrawing her hateful gaze, her hands trembled as she put on the collar.
"Okay, now climb onto the table and lift your skirt." Yako glared fiercely at the prisoner on the other side of the camera, but she couldn't disobey his orders. After glaring for a while, she lowered her head, climbed onto the table in shame, and bent down to roll up her skirt.
"Put your butt facing the camera, then pull your stockings and underwear down to below your knees, hehe... When you bend over, your butt will be facing the camera. Then spread your butt open and expose your anus to the camera." "Shut up! I won't do that." "Really not?" Just as Yako hesitated, the searchlights hidden in the room suddenly turned on. She suddenly realized that there wasn't just one camera in the room, but many. Some were better positioned to film her buttocks, some were filming her expressions from the front, and there were at least ten cameras pointed at her from all sides, horizontally, diagonally, in front, behind, and to the sides.
It seemed that this prisoner had put a lot of thought into this and wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal. If she disobeyed him, it would be extremely difficult to catch him before the biological weapon was used. If she continued to deal with him, although it would be little, at least she could get some information about him, making it much easier to catch him.
Yako made up her mind, took off her stockings and underwear, and then, following his instructions, put her buttocks facing the camera lens, and slowly spread her buttocks apart, so that her anus was completely exposed to the camera.
"Oh, what a beautiful asshole... Now I'm going to ask you a few questions. Like I said before, if I'm going to get revenge on you, I need to get information about you. If you dare to lie, I can't guarantee what I'll do... First question, you shouldn't be a virgin at your age, right? Listen carefully! Are you a virgin? Have you ever had regular sex, anal sex, or oral sex? Have all three holes in your body been penetrated? Have you thought it through? Answer me!" Those humiliating questions were an insult that almost brought tears to Yako's eyes. The immense humiliation made her body shake violently, but she had no choice but to answer his questions. "I've had regular sex, but I've never had anal sex. Oral sex, yes, a few times..." The prisoner's voice came through the earpiece. "That's fine then. As compensation, I want your asshole to be virgin. You shouldn't object, right?" Understanding the meaning of these words, Yako was so terrified that the hairs on her body stood on end.
"Well then, before I take your virginity, you'd better clean out all that filth inside! Stand still, just pull it out like this!" Yako, unable to contain her rage, abruptly turned her head, glaring hatefully at the camera behind her. Her resentful expression was immediately seen by the prisoner on the other side of the screen.
"What? Trying to disobey my orders?" The furious glare in her eyes gradually faded. Yako realized it was pointless, slowly turning her head back to her original position, forcefully contracting her anal muscles. She knew this was only the beginning of the humiliation.
"Mmm...mmm...oh..." Yako held her breath and strained, her anus slowly widening, clumps of dark brown feces beginning to emerge, expelled under the prisoner's gaze. Even through the camera, she felt almost faint from the humiliation. Even severe torture would be far better than this.
"Ah...oh..." Just as the solidified feces fell from her anus, another instruction came through the earpiece.
"From now on, your anus will be offered to me as a tribute. There can't be a single filth inside. Pull it all out!" Yako bit her lip tightly, her lower limbs tensing violently. Her hatred for the prisoner reached its peak, yet she couldn't disobey his orders. Humiliation reached its zenith along with her hatred.
"Ugh... ugh..." Spreading her legs, Yako contracted her anus even more forcefully, and a smaller piece of feces fell out. Forced to obey the prisoner's orders, Yako exhausted all her strength to expel three lumps of feces before she had no more strength to contract her anus.
On the table behind her, the excreted feces had clumped together. Yako, panting heavily, seemed oblivious to the pile of feces behind her, and backed away, preparing to climb down from the table.
"You're coming off the stage now? I haven't had enough of such a wonderful performance yet! Heh heh... the show has only just begun." Upon hearing this, Yako's body immediately stiffened, and a chill ran through her as if she had fallen into an icebox.
"A tram will pass by here in ten minutes. Take it for one stop. However, because you made three unforgivable mistakes, first, you tried to jump off the table without my permission; second, you hesitated when answering my questions and when I told you to defecate; third, you didn't offer me your vagina and mouth as virginity, except for your anus. As compensation, I'm punishing you. Don't move. Take out the paper bag from your purse, open it, and take out three things from inside." Trembling, he took out the paper bag, opened the seal, and saw that it was full of enema balls. Instantly, Ya Zi trembled with grief and indignation.
"Stuff all three enema balls into your anus! The next stop is an empty station. Walk towards the ticket gate. There's a special place prepared for your punishment along the way." His hand holding the enema balls trembled continuously, and Ya Zi's eyes were blank, as if he was thinking about something.
"Hurry up! If you miss this one, the next one won't come for another three hours. If I don't want to wait, I'll find someone else to take your place and let them experience the taste of a bacterial weapon." These words instantly brought Yako back to her senses. She unscrewed the nozzle of the enema bulb and inserted it into her anus.
"Ah...so sandy...um..." As soon as the nozzle of the enema bulb went in, Yako felt a sandy and painful sensation in her anus. Thinking that she didn't have much time left, she squeezed the enema bulb and injected the medicine inside. The icy medicine seemed to freeze the rectal wall. Not wanting to miss the train, Yako gritted her teeth and injected all the medicine in. She pulled out the empty enema bulb and, without stopping, inserted a second enema bulb into her anus.
"Ah...oh...oh...so sandy...ah...um...umm..." Enduring the unpleasant sandy sensation, Yako finished injecting two enema bulbs. Just as she inserted the nozzle of the third enema bulb into her anus, she heard the whoosh of a train. In a panic, she squeezed hard, forcefully injecting the medicine.
"Ah...ahhh...it's too sandy...ah...um...I can't take it..." Yako pulled the enema bulb out as if her pants were on fire, tossed it haphazardly to the ground, and quickly pulled up her stockings and underwear, adjusting her skirt as she rushed out of the storeroom. As soon as
she reached the platform, Yako felt a wave of regret. Although she heard the train, it hadn't arrived yet, and mocking voices came through her earpiece.
"Hehehe... Kid, I didn't expect you to enjoy an enema so much! You were guzzling it in so fast, hehe... I told you the tram wouldn't be here for ten minutes, couldn't you have waited another five?! Hahaha..." "Ah..." Yako bit her lip tightly, regretting her actions while enduring the increasingly sandy and swollen feeling in her anus from the enema.
"The tram will stop here for five minutes, and it will take ten minutes to reach the next station, a total of 20 minutes. Enjoy the beauty of this enema." Yako remained silent, not because she didn't want to anger the prisoner, but because the urge to defecate was growing stronger, and she worried about whether she could endure the long 20 minutes.
"The tram is here. I advise you to quickly find a seat to avoid spraying it out in public." For the first time, Yako genuinely obeyed the prisoner's instructions, immediately sitting down as soon as she boarded the tram. She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip hard to resist the intense urge to defecate. With her buttocks on the seat, the urge to defecate subsided.
"I brought you to such a beautiful mountain place, are you happy? Hehe... The enema fluid is cold, so the effect is a bit slow, but once your anus warms it up, it will start to work its magic. At that time, even the brave Inspector Yako won't be able to resist." Just as Yako was cursing him inwardly, the train started moving... The limit of her endurance was getting closer and closer, and the enema fluid, warmed by her body temperature, began to take effect. Not only that, the prisoner continued to mock her with his words.
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The temperature of your anus is higher than your body temperature. If your body temperature is 36 degrees, then the temperature of your anus is around 39 degrees. This temperature is the most suitable for the enema fluid..." Yako didn't have the energy to pay attention to his mockery. Her attention was entirely focused on her anus. If she relaxed now, the enema fluid would definitely spray out.
"Ah... um... ah ah..." At some point, Yako started to moan. Now, even the vibration of the train on the tracks caused the enema fluid in her anus to churn. She tried her best to suppress her moans, but the strong urge to defecate became increasingly unbearable.
"You have quite the willpower! We're almost at the station. If you haven't relieved yourself by then, go to the stairs near the ticket gate. Are you sure you can manage?" Yako's eyes were half-open. The tram was pulling into the station. She stood up unsteadily, her right hand gripping the handrail for support, her left hand pressing against her lower abdomen to suppress the urge to defecate. Anyone who knew her would never believe she could be so weak. The tram slowly came to a stop, and as soon as the doors opened, Yako, still clutching her abdomen, ran quickly towards the stairs.
She remembered what the prisoner had said: "There aren't many people at this station. There's a toilet for Yako near the ticket gate." Climbing the stairs, passing through the passage, and down to the ticket gate—there should be some signs along the way, right? Yako desperately tightened her anus, climbing the stairs step by step. But when she reached the last step, she was stunned, and tears welled up in her eyes.
In the very center of the corridor stood a hospital-grade commode seat, surrounded by countless cameras. Yako seemed to collapse all at once, pleading weakly with the prisoner,
"Please, don't be so cruel to me..." But the prisoner shouted at her excitedly, "Cruel! This is cruel! Compared to what you police did to me, this isn't cruel at all, I think it's quite lenient! So, are you quitting the game or performing your most shameful act in the open air here? I think your asshole can't hold it in any longer, can it?" "Gurgle... squelch..." The chilling sound from her lower abdomen brought Yako back to reality. The urge to defecate, temporarily forgotten by the prisoner's cruelty, suddenly surged back, her anus exceeding its limit.
"Ugh... ah... uh..." Yako mustered the last of her strength, desperately tightening her anus, and moved step by step toward the toilet seat, lifting her skirt to her waist as she went. As soon as she stepped onto the toilet seat, she quickly pulled down her underwear. As she squatted down, her anus could no longer tighten, and strong streams of fecal matter gushed out.
Between her two round buttocks, her dark brown anus spasmed, squeezing out filth. Yako held onto the toilet seat, her body gradually relaxing. But just then, words that surprised her came through her earphones.
"You lost. Game over. I won't talk to you anymore." Yako's eyes dimmed. Here, she endured the humiliation of open defecation, only to be told by the prisoner that the call was over. "Why? Didn't I do everything you said?" "What proof do you have?" "Ah..." A harsh, cold laugh rang out. "I did give you the order to release here, but I said not a single bit of filth should be left. Where is the evidence that you excreted everything?" "Ah, but, but..." "You should have faced the camera and left evidence of excreting every last drop of feces, but you released everything before leaving any evidence, so you lost." "Ah... I see, I..." "You police can continue investigating. Before you find me, the biological weapon will... hehe..." "Wait, wait, please wait..." Yako pleaded tearfully at the camera. If she lost this only clue, the investigation into the biological weapon would likely be paralyzed.
"I...I was wrong. I'm willing to accept any conditions. Please give me another chance, no matter what." The prisoner laughed on the other end of the phone. "Can't you use your brain! Isn't figuring out men's psychology your greatest skill? And aren't you also good at using your looks to seduce men? Hahaha..." Ya Zi completely gave in. From the moment she was coerced into having her pubic hair plucked, this prisoner had seized her weakness. Now, excreting in the open like this, it could be said that the prisoner had complete control over her. Her eyes were filled with tears as she humiliatedly accepted this reality. To continue dealing with him, she had to apologize. In her mind, she searched for words she wouldn't normally dare to imagine—words that were disgusting, vulgar, and full of humiliation.
"As you said, no, no, as Master ordered, Yako couldn't hold back her bowel movements. It was Yako's fault, but Yako tried her best to hold it in! Please give your lowly sex slave Yako another chance! Let the game continue. Yako swears, no matter how difficult it is, Yako will do it well. No matter how painful, how hard, how humiliating, Yako will satisfy Master..." The prisoner was silent for a while before saying to Yako, "Alright, I'm going to give you some punishment. We'll decide whether to give you another chance later." Yako knew that even more unbearable humiliation awaited her, but she had no other choice.
Section Two: Coerced Enema
When those flattering words were spoken, Saeko realized how humiliating it was, completely beyond her imagination. She cried silently as she squatted on the toilet seat, waiting for the prisoner's instructions.
"Get off the toilet seat, pick up the purse, and kneel in the middle of the camera!" Saeko lowered her head and knelt down as instructed.
"Open the bag and take out all the remaining enema balls." Are you going to torture me with enemas again?! Saeko trembled, slowly placing the remaining seven enema balls in front of her.
"Now take out the bag with the letter 'b' on it from the bag and put on the things inside!" Without further hesitation, Saeko quickly pulled out the largest bag from the bag, forcing herself to remain calm as she opened it. But upon seeing what was inside, her face immediately contorted with fear. As an elite detective from the Metropolitan Police Department, she immediately recognized what those things were: red handcuffs, SM attire… all tools used to train sex slaves.
Saeko trembled with shame, secretly weeping as she put on the items.
"Very good, very obedient! Now that you're all dressed, take out the bag with the letter 'c' on it!" Saeko really wanted to obey the prisoner's orders, but the SM attire she was wearing hindered her movement, and she struggled for a long time before finally managing to remove the bag.
"Stop dawdling, hurry up!" If she could change back into her original clothes, it would be much easier to get it out. Just as Saeko was thinking this, a chilling voice suddenly came through her earphones.
"Slow as hell, you'd be the worst kind of sex slave... Alright, no need to get it out. That bag contains anal plugs and a belt to tighten your anus. I was planning to have you do the enema yourself and then bandage the two holes in your butt yourself, hehe... Look outside, someone's coming." Saeko hurriedly looked outside. Three boys who looked to be around middle or high school age were running towards her. This station was a necessary route for hikers returning home. Thinking of this, Saeko broke out in a cold sweat.
"You're so capable, you should know what I'm going to do, right?" Saeko felt like she was in a freezing freezer, her whole body trembling violently, the SM equipment making a clicking sound.
The boys ran up the steps, and as soon as they reached the passage, they all froze. Amidst several cameras placed in the corridor, a beautiful woman dressed in SM attire stood gracefully.
"What's going on?" "They're filming a porn movie, aren't they?" "Oh, what a beautiful lady..." With a forced smile, Saeko, ordered by the prisoners, used a lewd expression to seduce the three boys, who were barely out of school.
Although her smile seemed strained, it only fueled the boys' sadistic desires.
"Hey, are you filming an adult movie?" a boy asked.
Saeko remembered the prisoner's warning, "If you say you're filming porn, these kids might run away in fear of trouble..." "No, it's not like that. Can you help me?" "Wh-what?" The boy looked very interested.
"It's like this, my husband is making me do this to punish me for cheating. If I don't do what he wants, he'll divorce me. I, I'm a fickle woman, but I love my husband very much, I can't live without him." Although it was a very poor performance, Saeko knew clearly that these kids had taken the bait; she could tell just by looking at their slowly bulging crotches.
"My husband wants me to do what I consider the most shameful thing: have a passerby give me an enema and insert a rectal plug into my anus. Anyone can do it. If you're worried about being filmed, there are face masks in that box over there. Wear them and help me, okay?" The boys understood the situation and wavered. No one would easily leave after hearing such tempting words. Although they found it strange, they were hot-blooded teenagers with little resistance to temptation. So, one boy ran to the box and put on the mask.
"Ah... thank you. Because my husband forbids me from having affairs anymore, I can't have sex with you. But as payment, I can serve you orally." Hearing this, the other two immediately ran to the box containing the masks.
"Mmm... oh... oh oh... ah..." The boys inserted the rectal plug into the anus, which was already filled with seven enema balls. Although she had experienced it once before, the burning pain in her anus, subjected to the boys' rough treatment, still came in waves, seemingly endless.
Saeko endured the excruciating pain in her anus while spreading her legs and bending over to perform oral sex on the boy standing in front of her. Two other boys surrounded her from behind, one playing with her buttocks, the other with her anus. The
boy playing with her anus asked, "Sister, do you really have to do this? If you wear it, you can't take it off for three hours." Although Saeko was terrified, she gently spat out the penis from her mouth, turned to the boy, smiled, and recited her prepared lines.
"It's okay. Because you always cheat on me, I deserve this punishment." The boy silently nodded, took out a chastity belt, and put it on her.
"Ah...it hurts, ahh..." "Sister, are you really okay?" another boy asked. Saeko endured the pain and forced a smile, replying, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm okay. Stopping now will only make me feel worse. Don't pity me, hurry up and put it on. I deserve to be punished." He swallowed the penis again, his mouth moving up and down rapidly. The urge to defecate was growing stronger in her anus, but the anal plug hadn't bulged yet. Once her anus couldn't hold back, the fecal matter inside would spray out through the gap in the anal plug. If that happened, Saeko didn't know what kind of punishment she would receive next.
The boy nodded, inserted the belt into the automatic buckle, and then pulled hard.
"Oh oh oh..." A long, sharp scream escaped Saeko's lips. The piercing pain made her body arch backward. At the same time, the boy in front of her ejaculated, spraying all of it onto her face. The boy who had just ejaculated stood there, looking unsatisfied. Saeko collapsed, immediately embraced by the two boys behind her.
One boy offered her his penis; Saeko, trembling with pain, quickly opened her mouth, licked it twice, and then began to suck and spit it out desperately. The other boy, annoyed that Saeko hadn't licked him first, angrily tightened the chastity belt, especially the strap between her legs, pulling it with almost all his might. The chastity belt
scraped violently against the anal plug, causing her rectal muscles to twitch, and it seemed as if feces were about to spurt out. Saeko quickly spat out the penis from her mouth, begging the boy for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mistreat you, please forgive me! I'll serve you soon… oh… oh… I'm coming, please help me inflate the anal plug, okay?" The boy was unmoved, mischievously pulling the chastity belt, scraping against the anal plug again and again.
"If even a single drop leaks out, my husband will divorce me! Please, please... I'm begging you, my dear brother, please help me!" A wicked smile crept across the boy's face as he squeezed the air bladder and fed air into the anal plug. The plug gradually swelled up, sealing tightly against the anus. But the boy seemed to enjoy seeing Saeko in pain, squeezing the air bladder three more times, stretching Saeko's anus to its limit.
"Ah... have mercy! It can't get any bigger, oh... ahh... my anus is going to tear, ah..." "Didn't my sister tell me to swell up the anal plug? Didn't she say I should be punished?" The boy turned on the valve, pulling the air out, and the plug deflated instantly, closing the stretched anus immediately... The boy repeatedly tormented Saeko, filling and emptying the plug.
Saeko was in excruciating pain, desperately trying to hold back the urge to defecate, unsure when the excrement would erupt. Just then, the boy, who had been admiring her pitiful expression of pain while masturbating with his hand, suddenly shoved his penis against her face and ejaculated onto her skin.
After cleaning his penis, Saeko pleaded desperately with the boy behind her.
"Ah...it's your turn. Help me inflate the anal plug! Don't inflate it too much. I'm begging you like this, good little brother, please agree. Don't tease me anymore!" Despite Saeko's constant rubbing of her face against the boy's penis, he refused to inflate the anal plug. Instead, he shoved his penis into Saeko's mouth and said in an uncompromising tone, "We'll talk about it after I'm satisfied. Before I ejaculate, you'll have to rely on yourself." The urge to defecate was so strong that she felt she was about to ejaculate, and behind the boy, the two young penises that had just ejaculated were slowly swelling again. Saeko's face turned deathly pale.
Saeko finally couldn't hold it in, and a little enema fluid still spurted out from the gap in the anal plug. Just as she was frantically apologizing to the prisoner on the other end of the phone, a boy snatched the cell phone from her hand. The boy spoke with the prisoner for a while, and then looked at her with a look that terrified her—the look of a beast that saw her as a sex object to be played with at will.
"Your husband says he doesn't want you anymore, you sex slave who failed to complete the instructions twice in a row." A chill ran through her body as Saeko cried to the boy, "But, but what you did, I really..." The boy interrupted her with a smile, "However, I've already pleaded with your husband for your sister. He promised to forgive you one more time if your sister accepts special punishment. But this is your only chance!" A little color returned to Saeko's face, but when she saw the boy take out the last bag from his purse and pull out its contents, the color vanished instantly, and her face turned even paler. The bag contained a large 500cc enema syringe.
The boys positioned Saeko on all fours and inserted the enema syringe into the injection port at the bottom of the anal plug.
"Ah...ah...oh...oh oh oh..."
A series of pitiful, piercing screams echoed in the passage as the boy injected the enema fluid into her anus while squeezing the air bag.
"I only squeezed the airbag three times, and my sister screamed. Her husband said he wanted to hear her scream even louder, and that three squeezes weren't enough; he wanted me to squeeze it at least five times." As he said this, the boy clearly heard Saeko's choking, gasping breaths. He squeezed the airbag seven times with all his might, and a tearing, excruciating pain shot through Saeko's anus, piercing her very bones. Her agonizing screams abruptly stopped, and she fainted from the pain. The enema fluid, forced more and more by the urge to defecate, pounded against the anal plug... Gradually, Saeko regained consciousness; the boys were gone.
"A taxi will come here in a few minutes; get in it!" Saeko quickly got up, picked up her clothes scattered on the ground, put them on over her tight SM outfit, and then, holding onto the handrail of the steps, shuffled towards the ticket gate with her weak body.
"Is this Ms. Nogami?" Saeko, ordered not to speak, could only nod. The driver opened the back door, and Saeko got in and sat down. The moment the anal plug touched the seat, she let out a short, sharp cry and jumped up.
The driver was startled by the scream and turned to look at her strangely. Saeko quickly forced a sweet smile and sat down through gritted teeth.
But soon, Saeko couldn't maintain her smile. She didn't know where the taxi was heading, but it was definitely the place designated by the criminal. She didn't know what tragic things would happen there, and the road was uneven, causing the taxi to bounce violently. Every time the taxi shook, the anal plug would slam heavily against her anus.
Covering her mouth with her right hand, Saeko desperately tried to suppress her screams. The road became increasingly difficult to navigate, and the taxi's vibrations became stronger and more frequent. The anal plug felt like a pile driver relentlessly pounding against her anus. Before long, Saeko fainted again.
About an hour later, the driver woke Saeko up.
"Sorry, we've arrived." Stepping out of the car with difficulty, a magnificent Western-style building came into view. Turning around, Saeko saw the driver smiling at her. For a fleeting moment, the idea of using this driver to contact headquarters flashed through her mind.
However, the microphone on the collar would transmit the sound to the prisoner, and she couldn't be sure if the driver was an accomplice. Besides, she didn't know where the prisoner was monitoring her; it was too risky.
Struggling to suppress the tempting thought, Saeko smiled and nodded to the driver, then walked towards the building's entrance.
[Chapter 3: Enema Training]
Saeko staggered to the door. Perhaps due to the prolonged enema, her anus had adapted, and she gradually suppressed the urge to defecate.
As soon as she stopped, the prisoner's voice came through the earpiece, "Welcome, welcome, welcome, kid. Please come in... Although I really want to say these things, I'm sorry, this building is a place for training sex slaves, so I can't say those things. Hehe... Now take off your clothes that are in the way!" Biting her lip, Yako obediently took off her clothes, leaving only a red leather SM outfit, a black collar, and a chastity belt tightly locked between her thighs.
"After those three kids gave you an enema, you haven't had a bowel movement for so long, but now you don't feel the urge at all, right? That's because your anus has absorbed the water from the enema fluid. The absorbed water will be excreted as sweat and urine, but you haven't urinated since you arrived at the station. Don't you feel your bladder is very full now?" Indeed, she already had a slight urge to urinate, and hearing the prisoner's words made the urge even stronger.
"In the dog family, I really like pugs. Use the pug's urination posture and pee on your clothes." Hearing the prisoner's words, Yako immediately felt dizzy and her body swayed.
"Hurry up!" "Yes..." After hesitating for a moment, Yako slowly bent over halfway, her hands hanging in front of her, her legs spread apart, and forcefully contracted her urethra. A stream of yellow urine shot out rapidly from the small hole in the chastity belt, tracing an arc. Aiming at her clothes, her buttocks swayed slightly, her waist bobbing up and down, the urine soaking into her clothes, staining them a pale yellow.
"I've given you several orders, but none of them have satisfied me. And you even urinated on your own clothes! You're a despicable woman; I must punish you properly." A shameful gurgling sound escaped her throat as Yako desperately tried to tighten her urethra, attempting to stop urinating and end the prisoner's humiliation. But instead of stopping, the urine flowed more and more swiftly, its arc rising higher and higher… Time seemed to freeze at this incredibly humiliating moment. Yako wept silently, tears streaming from her eyes. After a long while, the seemingly endless stream of urine gradually slowed, the arc of the parabola lowering until it became a discontinuous straight line—finally, she was done.
"Are you done? Go inside!" Only after the last drop of urine fell did the prisoner give the order. Yako stepped over her soaked clothes and pushed open the building's door.
The interior of the gate resembled a medieval castle—grotesque, empty, and chilling. Ya Zi covered her exposed breasts with her left hand and her cleanly shaved groin with her right, hurrying towards the ancient-looking front hall.
Without any instructions from the prisoners, Ya Zi walked aimlessly forward. At the end of the hall was a long staircase extending to the left and right, with a spacious platform in the middle, seemingly holding something. "
That's where I'm going," Ya Zi thought, climbing the stairs one step at a time.
At the top, she found a white platform, about 30 centimeters high and 50 centimeters wide, placed against the wall. Looking at the platform, Ya Zi seemed to understand something; this platform was likely another stage for her to be humiliated. On the platform, some unfamiliar and unknown machines were operating, and many cameras were pointed at it from all sides.
Taking a deep breath, Ya Zi walked towards the platform.
"As expected of the Metropolitan Police Department's elite, you know where to go without me even telling you." The prisoner began to speak. "Stop, put on these slippers." "Is this it? These are slippers?" Looking down, she saw a pair of strangely shaped slippers on the ground. There were no toes or sides, only a place to put the ankle. At first, Yako thought these slippers were just a kind of SM tool, but when she tightened the strap to secure her ankle, she felt that the size was just right from the heel, without any discomfort. Just like that, Yako put on the slippers that looked like SM props.
"Hmm, they fit perfectly! Pick up the hose in front of the table and connect it to the chastity belt on your butt. The connection point is on the anal plug that's blocking your anus... Hurry up!" Touching the chastity belt on her butt, she found that there was indeed a hole on the anal plug that could be inserted into something. Yako went to the table, picked up the hose, and saw that the hose had a metal connector at the front. Unsure of what would happen after connecting the cord, a strong sense of unease gripped her, yet she had no choice but to do it. With no other option, Yako followed the prisoner's instructions, connecting the metal connector to the anal plug. With a "click," the flexible tube connected to the chastity belt and the anal plug.
"Climb onto the platform and lie down, put on the handcuffs, leg irons, and blindfold!" Two metal rings were mounted on the white platform, connected to leg irons. A rubber blindfold sat in the center of the platform, and two handcuffs hung from the machine in front of it.
Looking at the ropes connected to the handcuffs, a sense of disharmony flashed through Yako's mind. These weren't ordinary ropes; they were about 3 centimeters thick, black vinyl resin ropes, their smooth surface gleaming.
Yako cautiously climbed onto the platform, first biting the blindfold in her mouth, then putting the leg irons on her ankles, then reaching out to fasten the hanging handcuffs to her wrists, and finally putting the blindfold on her face.
The sound of an electric motor starting up came from above. Yako, lying on the platform, nervously awaited what was about to happen, her mind racing with wild guesses about what had been activated. Sure enough, the handcuffs began to rise shortly after. It was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything outside. She felt her hands being pulled high by the handcuffs, her back slowly lifting off the platform, her body then being pulled upright until her feet barely touched the surface. Only
then did the handcuffs stop rising. "The anal plug in your anus will inflate like a balloon in a moment. The air valve and the chastity belt are locked by a timer and can only be removed after three hours. Including the time it took to get here from the station, you'll have to endure at least another hour." Hearing this terrifying statement, even though she couldn't see, Yako instinctively turned to look at her buttocks.
"The slippers you're wearing are actually a switch. Once your heel touches the table, the enema fluid and air will be injected. If you don't want to be given an enema, try to support your body with your toes." With a "beep," Yako immediately felt a cold and uncomfortable sensation spreading in her anus. She quickly jumped up, lifted her heel, and supported herself with her toes.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's it, one hour! I'll see how long you can last. An elite detective from the Metropolitan Police Department should have a good performance! Good luck! Hahaha..." He didn't know how much time had passed; his ankles and wrists had long since started trembling, and now even his heels were shaking. The shackles securing his ankles were locked to the platform with rings, and his hands were tightly handcuffed. At this moment, Yako finally understood the reason for the feeling of disharmony.
If it were an ordinary rope, gripping it tightly would greatly reduce the burden on his ankles and toes, but this rope was made of vinyl resin, with a very smooth surface coated with lubricant, making it slippery and impossible to grip. Helpless, Yako could only twist his wrists back and forth, using his wrist strength to support his body and relieve the pressure on his ankles.
Constantly calculating how much time was left only made things more tiring, so Yako tried to think about other things, about the criminals… It was obvious that the criminals hated her and the police, but the idea that they would deliberately steal biological weapons from a US military base to humiliate her, or deliberately play the role of a wrongly accused suspect to disrupt the investigation, was highly improbable and absurd.
Yako didn't deny that she was a beautiful woman who could easily captivate men, but she wasn't so alluring that a man would steal biological weapons just to humiliate and toy with her.
Furthermore, in the cases she handled, besides the criminals and suspects, people connected to them might also hate her; those people could very well fabricate an identity to mislead the investigation. Yako tried hard to recall the criminals arrested in connection with her; those criminals had mostly committed serious crimes, and few had been released from prison—it couldn't be them.
Therefore, Yako concluded that this criminal was highly deceptive, and might not even be male, but merely mimicking male language, using a rude tone to issue her the most humiliating instructions a woman could receive. However, judging solely from the fact that the perpetrator forced herself to undergo an enema and then mocked herself, it's not enough to conclude that the perpetrator is female.
Considering the perpetrator's claim of lurking near her home for a period, the fact that he dared to share such crucial information suggests a strong desire for self-expression; perhaps they had actually met and even spoken.
Initially, Yako suspected the perpetrator hated her and was faking his identity, but upon closer examination, if he were truly a wrongly accused suspect, he would have been released after a few questions. Even if he continued to be followed, he wouldn't harbor such intense hatred. Unless the investigation had significantly impacted him, such as being fired from his job or having his engagement annulled.
Noticing the perpetrator's comments about not being able to live a normal life, Yako, based on her professional judgment, concluded that the perpetrator was male, a suspect she had previously investigated, who appeared innocent but harbored strong sadistic tendencies.
Just as Yako thought this, her toes gave way, and the sound of water gurgling filled the air as the enema fluid was injected into her anus through the tube.
"Ah...ah...oh!" Yako screamed, letting out a moan that sounded incredibly beautiful to the prisoners. Her heels jerked up, but her toes were numb and weak, and she couldn't keep her balance. Her heels immediately fell back down. She quickly handcuffed her wrists and twisted her body, using her wrist strength to lift her heels little by little. By this time, a large amount of enema fluid had been injected into her anus.
"Gurgle, gurgle..." sounds echoed in her lower abdomen. Yako bit her lip tightly, leaving teeth marks on her lips. Although the anal wall absorbs the water from the enema fluid, she hadn't had a bowel movement since the three boys gave her an enema at the station, and now she had been given so much enema fluid. The pain was unbearable.
"Ah...ah...oh...oh..." This enema was much more painful than the previous ones. Filled with glycerin, Yako felt she couldn't even last ten minutes.
"Ah...ah...how much longer do I have to endure? Can you hear me? Ah...ah...please tell me!" The prisoner's sinister voice came through the earpiece. "Unfortunately, there's still a long time to go. What? You can't even take this much?!" "Ah...ah...please...ah...stop..." Yako kept begging the prisoner for mercy; her endurance had exceeded the limits of human endurance.
"Oh...ah...ah..." No matter how hard she tried, her heels still landed on the table, and Yako's anus was inevitably subjected to the glycerin's onslaught. Her mind went blank; her forearms, upper arms, abdominal muscles, calves, ankles, toes...every part of her body was spasming violently. Despite that, Yako stubbornly managed to lift her heels, but she knew she couldn't hold on for long; eventually, her heels would fall back down.
"Ah...ahh...please don't do this...ah..." Finally, her heels could no longer lift, and her feet landed entirely on the table. The "creaking" sound of the machine suddenly increased, and the enema fluid was forcefully injected into her anus. Instantly, Yako's stomach slowly swelled up.
"Stop...stop, I, I really...I really can't take it anymore...stop, stop..." "If you can endure it, after I take your anus virginity, I'll give you back the bacterial weapon, how about it? Want to continue?" "Ah...ahh..." The enema fluid continued to be injected, and her body had long exceeded its limit of endurance. However, upon hearing the prisoner's words, Yako seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
"Please, please continue, no, don't stop..." The prisoner nodded with satisfaction. "Very dedicated! Trading your suffering for the safety of all the citizens, hehe..." Yako didn't even have the strength to curse the prisoner anymore. Her heels wouldn't lift, and her body convulsed as she received the enema fluid... Finally, the prisoner poured a whole liter of enema fluid into Yako's anus. Worried that Yako wouldn't be able to handle it if he continued, he changed the rules. He told Yako the condition for stopping the enema was to give him oral sex, and not to spill a single drop of the enema fluid before drinking his semen.
The rope slowly lowered, and Yako raised her face, seeing a 5-6 centimeter round hole in the wall, from which a penis protruded. The urge to urinate grew stronger, and in order to urinate sooner and obtain the bacterial weapon as quickly as possible, she opened her mouth and sucked on the penis.
"Chirp...chirp chirp...chirp chirp..." The lewd sounds continued, Yako focusing all her attention on the prisoner's penis, intently serving him with her lips and tongue. Then, the prisoner's voice came through the earpiece again.
"Beautiful Inspector, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. Hmm, can you tell me what you were thinking when you were giving me oral sex?" Her body shuddered, and the penis slowly slid out of Yako's mouth, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. But quickly, she bent down again and put the penis back in her mouth; she simply didn't have the courage to try the enema again.
"Don't you want to arrest me on this side of the wall?" The prisoner had overestimated her. Yako hadn't agreed to the oral sex request for physical contact; she had been defeated by the enema and was only thinking about making the prisoner ejaculate as soon as possible.
Chapter Four: Training and Submissiveness.
A month later, Yako, who hadn't been home for a long time, didn't open her own door but rang the doorbell of the next room. Upon hearing the response on the intercom, she quickly went inside and gently locked the door.
In the center of the spacious living room stood a solitary sofa. On it, a boy who looked like a girl, wearing a t-shirt, comfortably crossed his legs, a glass of wine in his hand, his body sunk into the soft sofa. This boy was the criminal who stole the biological weapon.
"Thank you for personally arresting a social scum like me, hehe..." The boy downed more than half of the amber-colored liquid in his glass in one gulp, then said to Yako, "You're here to arrest me, aren't you?" Yako silently shook her head.
"Worried about the videotape? Don't worry, I don't plan to release it. Here, take it back." Yako silently shook her head, her lips moving slightly as she said embarrassedly, "If... if releasing it would make you feel better, then go ahead and release it..." The boy craned his neck, looking at her in surprise, a question forming in his mind. "If you're not going to arrest me, then what are you doing here? Are you here to gag me?" Yako didn't speak, just shook her head. After a moment of silence, she began to take off her clothes one by one—a suit, a shirt... until finally she was only left with the SM outfit she had worn that day. She had secretly taken this SM outfit from the Metropolitan Police Department's confiscated items storage room that day. After taking off her clothes, Yako said to the boy, "Please punish me. I'm here today to atone for my sins." That day, the boy hadn't violated Yako's anus. He returned the silver briefcase to Yako and then said to her, "I'm always at home. Come and arrest me anytime." Then he left.
Before this, the boy had clearly explained his motives for torturing her to Yako, and told her the date and location of the wrongful conviction that had happened to him two years prior.
Yako returned to Tokyo, but instead of returning all the sealed jars to the Metropolitan Police Department, she only handed over three bottles, lying to them that the perpetrator requested an investigation into the incident two years ago, and that she would return the last bottle after the investigation was completed.
The investigation results were astonishing.
At the time, Yako was in charge of investigating the highway robbery murder case. Using image processing techniques she had learned during her studies abroad, she calculated the perpetrator's approximate appearance and concluded that he was a frail, thin young man with a strong sense of inferiority about his physique. With this theoretical basis, and referring to the eyewitness testimonies, the Metropolitan Police Department determined that the perpetrator was the boy who looked like a beautiful girl.
However, the boy had an alibi, and according to procedure, he should have been removed from the suspect list without interrogation. But, the local detectives, eager to gain merit, took it upon themselves to attempt to arrest him. As a result, in his panicked escape, his motorcycle collided with a police car.
The boy fell into a prolonged coma. When he miraculously awoke, he discovered his testicles had been removed; they had been crushed by the motorcycle in the accident. From then on, the boy lived a hellish life. Relatives and friends deliberately distanced themselves from him, contemptuously calling him a transvestite, while the police concealed the truth. Unable to endure that life any longer, the boy attempted suicide by jumping into the sea.
However, he survived and went to Tokyo, using every means to gather intelligence, intending to take revenge on the police, especially on the man named Yako who had listed him as a suspect.
Having understood the truth, Yako had no room for excuses. Although the culprit was the detective trying to claim credit, it was she who had used image processing technology to classify the boy as a suspect. Moreover, the detective's unauthorized actions were due to her own mismanagement. In any case, she was the culprit who ruined the boy's happy life.
"You want to arrest me and then make me reveal the whereabouts of the biological weapon, isn't that your scheme? Or do you suspect that the cock you're licking like a dessert isn't mine?" The voice did indeed come from the earpiece, but she couldn't confirm that the man on the other side of the wall was the criminal.
Yako didn't want to cause any more trouble, focusing only on stimulating the penis with her lips and tongue, hoping to fulfill his conditions and free herself.
"As expected of an elite member of the Metropolitan Police Department, oral sex is one of the evaluation criteria, isn't it? You must have done it for many colleagues! Using your alluring body to get promoted, hehe... You're really clever." Before the criminal could finish speaking, a large amount of semen was poured into Yako's mouth. She gulped down the semen, but too much still spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the table in a thin line.
Looking at the semen on the table, Yako felt a sense of strangeness; the semen was transparent.
An engorged penis capable of ejaculation couldn't be fake. She had licked it for so long; there was no way she could be mistaken—it was definitely a man's penis. Moreover, semen is a collection of sperm produced by the testicles. Even the semen of elderly people who have lost their fertility is milky white and cloudy, so how could the criminal's semen be transparent...? Just as Yako was racking her brains trying to figure it out, the penis was slowly withdrawn from the round hole. Soon after, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs above her. The culprit must be up there. Looking up, she saw the culprit looking down at her from the stairs. The face was familiar.
"Ah! You're the one who stole the biological weapons? You, you're a man?" This person had a young, beautiful face like a woman's. He lived next door to Yako and was very kind to her; Yako treated him like a younger sister. But he was a man, and a criminal who stole biological weapons at that. Yako could hardly believe her eyes. The
stunned
boy took a long time to recover. He licked his lips and asked Yako in a hoarse voice, "How do you plan to compensate me?" Yako covered her breasts with her hands and said shyly in a low voice, "Whatever you want..." This was Yako's true feeling. Admittedly, the perpetrator was a local detective, and the one who concealed the truth was the local police chief. It was not impossible for her to say she had no responsibility, but Yako's personality wouldn't allow her to evade responsibility. It was indeed her fault for classifying the boy as a suspect, and she should have promptly notified the police station at the scene of the crime after ruling him out. However, she was delayed by other matters, and therefore, she also bore responsibility for the misconduct of the detectives at the scene.
She had ruined the boy's happiness, and as compensation, Yako believed she should accept the most severe punishment. Therefore, she decided to offer herself to the boy, allowing him to discipline her as he pleased.
"I... I will use my whole life to make amends to you. Please punish Yako as you see fit! Please give Yako this chance to atone!" Yako knelt before the boy, her head almost touching the floor.
The boy demanded that Yako specify how she would make amends, because he wanted to hear her say lewd things to arouse his pleasure.
Yako nodded, thought for a moment, and said to the boy, "My master, because of my foolish actions, I have caused you much trouble. Now I sincerely apologize to you..." At this point, Yako blushed, covering her chest with one hand and her groin with the other as she stood up.
"You were clearly wronged, but I ruined your life's happiness. As atonement, I offer my body to you. Please punish this foolish, terribly wronged girl as you please! Please take your anger out on this girl's body and enjoy it as you please!" She spread her arms wide, revealing her full breasts and hairless vulva to the boy.
"My body is nothing special, but among all the things I can offer you, my body is the only one that can satisfy you. Please accept it!" The girl lifted her breasts, swaying her upper body as she vigorously rubbed them.
"Master, how are my breasts? I'm very confident in them, an 89-size E-cup, and my nipples are very sensitive—this is one of my erogenous zones." While twisting her body and vigorously rubbing her breasts, the girl slowly reached her right hand towards her lower body… Her left hand continued rubbing her breasts, while her right index and middle fingers rested on her hairless vulva.
"Don't you plan to enjoy this place, Master? Although I've had a few experiences, the shape hasn't changed at all. Except for the lack of a hymen, it's no different from a virgin's. It will definitely satisfy you, Master." Saying this, she spread her labia with her right hand, revealing the tender red passage inside. "
Even in terms of lovemaking skills, I'm confident. I exercise every day, and my thighs are strong and flexible. I'll definitely satisfy you, Master. If there's anything lacking, then please let Master personally train me!" She inserted her fingers into her labia and began to masturbate. Soon, her labia were filled with glistening nectar. So, she turned her back to the boy and lay face down on the floor, spreading her buttocks apart with her hands.
"I'm going to offer you the anus that I didn't give to you that day. It's completely inexperienced here, still a virgin territory. Please, Master, train my unexplored anus hard!" The boy could no longer sit still. His lust was aroused to an extreme degree. Although he had lost his testicles, his bare penis became increasingly swollen and hard.
He desperately wanted to pounce on Yako's buttocks right now, thrusting his engorged penis deep into her vagina, listening to her cries while thoroughly ravaging her virgin anus. But the boy was still holding back; he wanted to watch Yako's fiery performance a little longer.
"Slap... slap slap... slap slap slap..." Yako began slapping her buttocks, each crisp slap accompanied by a soft moan, "Ah... ahh... it hurts so much, ah... ah..." Despite this, she didn't stop. She arched her back high, her upper body pressed against the floor, slapping her buttocks repeatedly with both hands.
"What's this? Your buttocks aren't even red yet! You think you can compensate for my pain with such insignificant behavior?" Yako replied while slapping her buttocks, "No, Yako, Yako will slap harder..." Yako slapped her buttocks with almost all her might. In reality, her buttocks were already bright red, and even her palms were numb from the impact, but she continued to slap.
"With the way you're hitting me, my bottom won't turn red even when it's dark..." "I'm sorry," Yako quickly apologized, but her hands couldn't muster any more strength. Her eyes darted around, looking for something harder. Her gaze landed on the boy's slippers, and she pleaded softly, "Master, I can't muster any more strength. My bottom... my bottom might not get a proper punishment." "Oh, okay, here, lend me my slippers!" As if reading Yako's mind, the boy smiled and kicked his slippers in front of her.
"Thank you, Master," Yako said, holding a slipper in each hand, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, as she slapped her bottom hard.
More than ten minutes later, Yako lay on the floor, panting heavily. She was nothing like before; her bottom was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and it felt like it was being burned by flames. The boy finally stood up, took a bottle of lotion from the shelf, walked behind Yako, unscrewed the cap, and poured the lotion onto Yako's buttocks.
"Ah...ahhh..." Yako trembled violently from the cold lotion, her body stiff and rigid, instinctively resisting the intense pain it brought.
"Did you clean yourself properly before offering your buttocks to me?" the boy asked her.
"Yes, I cleaned myself up. In the station toilet, Yako emptied all the filth from her anus." "How did you do that?" the boy asked, pressing his penis against her anus.
"Ah...Yako used medical enema medication. Yako told the pharmacy she had severe constipation, and thus obtained enema medication that can't be sold retail and can only be used in hospitals." "You really used that?" the boy pressed, slowly inserting his penis into her anus. Yako desperately relaxed her anal muscles, her mouth wide open, panting heavily, enduring the invasion of the boy's enormous penis. Normally, a penis that has lost its testicles due to a car accident or surgery should shrink over time. For some reason, this boy's penis, despite lacking testicles, has not only not shrunk after two years, but has become larger and harder than before.
"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare lie to my master. I bought six of the largest medical-grade 150ml enema vials. I used two each time in the station toilet, administering them in three separate applications." The boy raised his right hand, and with a "smack," his palm struck the boy's buttocks hard.
"Ouch! That hurts! Why..." "You idiot, you didn't let your master see such a delightful enema show!" The boy hurriedly apologized to the boy, "Yes, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I'll remember what my master said." "So, how many minutes did you endure?" The boy inserted the entire head of his penis into the anus, and involuntarily, the boy let out a series of sharp screams from his throat.
"Ah...ah...I tried to endure it the first time, but I only lasted ten minutes. The second and third times, I couldn't endure it at all, and soon..." Hearing this, the boy kept slapping Ya's buttocks, and his waist began to thrust, his penis starting to piston-like in his anus.
"Ah...ah...please forgive me! Ah...oh...it hurts so much, at least, please be a little gentler, Master...ah..." Ya cried and begged the boy, but the boy's waist moved even faster.
"
Didn't you say you were going to offer your body to me? You should have come here for an enema. This is your punishment for taking matters into your own hands." Saying this, the boy pulled his penis out of her anus, the glans pressing against the opening, and then his waist suddenly slammed down, his penis driving into the deepest part of her anus like a pile driver. Instantly, Ya's pupils dilated in pain, and tears streamed down her face.
"Ah...ah...please, forgive me, forgive me, ah...please spare my anus...ah..." Her mouth opened and closed, Yako gasped for breath as if suffocating, her consciousness slowly sinking into darkness. But the penis's movements grew increasingly violent, her anus feeling as if it were being pounded, the endless pain pulling Yako back to reality.
"Please, please, spare my anus! I can't take it anymore, ah..." Tears flowed endlessly, Yako pleading desperately with the boy violating her anus from behind... Soon, she fainted.
Slowly opening her eyes, Yako discovered that a SM tool she had never seen before had been placed between her legs. It looked like rubber underwear, smooth on the surface, her buttocks tightly gripped.
Moreover, there was a strong pressure in her anus when she stood up. Yako reached down and touched her buttocks; the rubber underwear contained an air bladder, which was inserted into her anus, stretching the anal cavity to its limit.
Suddenly, Yako noticed the boy smiling at her from the sofa in front of her.
"Yako, from today onwards you are my slave. You are not allowed to relieve yourself without my permission.
I won't interfere with urination; you can pee through the front of your underwear. But if you want to defecate, you must get my permission. I will manage your bodily functions. How about it? Are you willing?" Instantly, Yako turned pale, her face filled with sorrow, but she still obediently bent down, nodding repeatedly to the boy.
(Postscript: The beautiful woman before me, violating her own anus, straddled a black platform resembling a gymnastic pommel horse, using the slender protrusions installed on the platform...) The object continued to penetrate her anus, as she manipulated the power of her waist to assault her excretory organs. What a lewd scene it was!
Soon, her body trembled, her back felt as if it had been electrocuted, and she fell backward onto the black table. Her round, snow-white buttocks spasmed violently, showing the afterglow of her orgasm.
I immediately stood up, took down the large enema syringe, because it was filled with diluted rice vinegar, which would be a very painful punishment for her. I inserted the chrome neck into her anus and pressed the piston down hard. As soon as the enema fluid entered her anus, she let out a melodious scream.
"Ah...ahhh...have mercy on me! Rice vinegar, it's rice vinegar, I don't want a rice vinegar enema! Ah...ah...it hurts so much..." Feeling what was flowing inside her anus, tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with me. However, I still injected all 500cc of enema fluid into her anus.
"I was originally planning to finish in five sessions, but since you reached orgasm, I'll do it in three. Good luck!" She cried and apologized to me, "I'm sorry, please forgive me..." I was unmoved by her pleas, took out my penis, dripped some lotion on it for lubrication, and then thrust it into her anus in one go.
"It hurts, it hurts so much! No, my anus is going to tear, ah... ah..." Enema fluid kept squeezing out of her anus. She cried and begged me, "Spare me, please spare me! It hurts, it really hurts! Ah... ahh... don't squeeze out any more enema fluid, ah... my anus is freezing, ah... ahh... please, spare me..." She begged me desperately, but the answer to her was, I will never forgive you. Tonight, I will fuck you all night long, even if you pass out, I will keep fucking you.
Her name is Noguchi Yako, a police inspector candidate of the elite detective rank of the Metropolitan Police Department. However, she has another identity, my pet, my anal sex slave.

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