【Mochizuki-gyo Hot Spring Inn】(Completed) Author: tts89890

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【Mochizuki-gō Onsen Ryokan】Author: tts89890
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On a nameless island in the Pacific Ocean, the famous onsen ryōkan, "Mochizuki-gō," is located.
The 25-year-old ryōkan owner, Naka, is not only a shrewd businesswoman but also stunningly beautiful.
She has long, slender arms and legs, a devilish figure, long, black hair, lips that sparkle like jewels,
captivating phoenix eyes, and a beauty mark below her lip.
Dressed in a kimono, Naka is like a Japanese beauty straight out of a poster.
Every summer, Mochizuki-gō welcomes its regular customers.
At that time, Naka and the ryōkan staff
wait for guests at the end of the stone path in front of the ryōkan.
"Naka is very beautiful this year too."
"It's all thanks to you."
"Thank you for taking care of us this year as well."
"It's my duty."
Naka greets each distinguished guest with a sweet smile.
When it comes to Mochizuki Village, what makes guests linger most is its pristine natural hot springs, delicious food, and
the unique service available only here.
While guests enjoy their Japanese cuisine in the living room, Naka sits beside them, pouring drinks.
Once the meal is nearly finished, the entertainment begins.
A waiter brings out a small box.
"As is customary, let's draw lots,"
the guests say, drawing first.
"Oh ho, I drew the Shogun! How lucky!"
"Mine's the Samurai. Not bad either."
"Kazusa, I'm much worse off."
After the guests have drawn, Naka smiles and reaches into the box.
"Let's see what the proprietress drew!"
Everyone eagerly gathers their faces, waiting for Naka to reveal the answer.
Naka carefully opens the slip of paper, quickly glances at it, then closes it again; no one sees the result.
"What is it?"
A blush spreads across Naka's face.
"No! I'm so unlucky!"
"What is it? Don't be shy, let everyone see."
"Yeah. Yeah."
"I don't want this result. Can I draw again?"
Naika approached the customers, exhaling pink breath and winking coquettishly.
Most men couldn't resist the beautiful Naika's coquettishness, but the customers secretly chuckled, refusing
to give in no matter what.
"No way. Boss lady, you can't break the rules."
"That's right, that's right! Everyone can only draw once. And whatever you draw, you have to accept it."
"I'm so unlucky. My luck with the fortune sticks has always been bad."
Naika pouted and opened the fortune stick in her palm.
It read "Slutty Bitch." Below it was a small note: Because of her extremely high sex drive and
repeated seduction of men, she was deprived of her human rights and reduced to a bitch sex toy.
"You are either generals or samurai. I am a bitch."
Everyone immediately erupted in cheers, and some customers even high-fived each other in celebration.
"Don't be sad, boss lady. It's better than being a sex toy last year, right?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Before the customer could finish speaking, the waiter who had been obeying Naika's orders came up and
began to tie her up with nylon rope.
"What are you doing? Why are you tying me up? Are you rebelling?"
"Boss lady, it's the rule. Bitches must be leashed. Besides, you've seduced men multiple times; you're a heinous criminal
."
"Who made this rule? I haven't seduced any men!"
"It's you."
The customer watched with great interest as the waiter tied up the struggling Naika. Although they knew this was all
part of a pre-arranged game, the realistic acting still made their hearts flutter.
A glamorous woman bound hand and foot was always arousing.
The waiter was skilled, quickly tying Naika's hands behind her back. Naika's struggles and curses
drew gasps of admiration from the bondage show.
Of course, no customer was going to help Naika.
Bitches should be leashed. Everyone agreed.
Watching the once high-and-mighty, elegant proprietress instantly degenerate into a lowly, helpless bitch
was a shocking contrast that made the guests' hearts race.
The waitress bound Naika's hands behind her back, then wrapped the rope around her chest, past her kimono.
She didn't forget to open the kimono's collar, revealing one of Naika's soft, white, large breasts, leaving her
disheveled.
This half-exposed breast was more provocative than full nudity.
Naika, licking her lips, continued to flirt with the guests with her eyes, eliciting screams from them once more.
The waitress dragged the struggling Naika like a disobedient wild dog. Naika was forcibly pulled
to the center of the room. The waitress tossed the rope upwards, through a hook in the ceiling, and pulled it flat. She then wrapped
the rope around both hands, twice around the waist, through the crotch, and finally tied it around Naika's left leg.
The rope was knotted at the knee.
The waiter tightened the rope again, the rope rubbing against Naika's vulva and pulling on her left leg. It continued until Naika
's left leg was pulled up to her waist.
Thus, Naika's left leg was suspended, and she could only support her entire weight on her right leg.
The position of her toes barely touching the ground must have been extremely painful, as Naika struggled like a spinning top, emitting seductive moans.
The pain wasn't just in her toes; Naika couldn't control her body's posture, so she kept swaying, each
sway causing the rope to rub against her vulva, subjecting her to continuous stimulation. The final pain must
have been the humiliation from the guests' burning gazes. The elegant proprietress had become a decoration, and the guests
stared lustfully at her breasts and the barely visible area between her thighs—all of this brought Naika immense
shame.
The triple attack of humiliation, pain, and stimulation caused Naika to continuously scream in lewdness.
The waiter finished binding her and then lifted the hem of Naika's kimono. He produced the most damning evidence.
From under Naika's kimono, the waiter pulled down a pair of warm, silk panties.
They were almost transparent, with openings at the vulva and anus.
Just looking at the style of the panties conjured images of intense sex.
"Everyone, look, the evidence is conclusive."
The waiter had everyone pass around the panties, still warm from Naika, then turned back to Naika, pointing a finger at
the former proprietress, now a slutty bitch.
"She actually wore such indecent panties. This is proof she seduced men."
The guests nodded in agreement; the previously friendly atmosphere with Naika had turned into one-sided accusations.
The insults were incessant.
Naika, clenching her teeth and moaning, looked even more alluring.
"There's nothing more to say. She's just a slutty bitch disguised as the proprietress."
The waiter spoke with the air of a detective who had discovered a criminal.
The following time, naturally, was for the bitch's punishment.
The initiative shifted from the waitresses to the eager guests.
Some grabbed whips, some candles, some syringes and enemas, and some even used
nose hooks…
Faced with tempting men, these ruthless criminals showed no mercy.
The guests each displayed their unique skills.
They pushed the tables together, forming a circle around Naika.
The guests took turns punishing the woman posing as the elegant proprietress.
They whipped her snow-white breasts, dripped wax onto them, and used nose hooks to dangle her beautiful nose. They lifted her kimono skirt and whipped
her round buttocks. They inserted vibrators into her vagina and performed enemas.
Naika screamed incessantly from the torture,
which only spurred the guests on.
Other guests sat on the sidelines, enjoying their hot tea while commenting on their companions' techniques and
admiring Naika's pained expressions.
The first day of the hot spring trip continued in a heated atmosphere until the early hours of the morning.
The guests returned to rest, satisfied, while the tormented landlady was finally lowered from the ropes.
"You've worked hard, landlady."
Wiping the semen from her mouth, Naika revealed a seductive smile in the moonlight.
"This is just the beginning. I'm looking forward to the rest of the show."
...
The VIP guest was led to his room, and the waiter handed him the key.
"Please enjoy the special service you requested."
The guest took the key and opened the door.
The room was dark; only after turning on the light could the room's facilities be seen.
Overall, there was nothing special about it, not much different from a typical hot spring inn.
However, as a regular customer of Mochizuki-gyo, he naturally knew the secret lay within.
The guest entered the room and looked around.
Sofa, tea table, bedding, widescreen, treadmill...
everything seemed normal.
But he still noticed a black rectangular object in the corner of the room.
It was a strange object, about 1 meter long, and only half a meter wide and high.
According to common sense, it was completely out of place in the room's furnishings.
The guest laughed; he knew he had found the magical secret.
Mochizuki Village always brought freshness and excitement to its guests, never feeling like it was deliberately planned.
This activity was no exception.
Completely new, without any prior notice.
This was the best activity for guests on a hot spring trip.
Enjoying the thrill of exploration while soaking in a hot spring—who wouldn't say it was great?
A rectangular object was covered with a black cloth, which completely concealed its nature.
The guest approached the black cube with great interest. The closer he got, the faster his heart raced.
It wasn't just a premonition; the blood-boiling clues were becoming increasingly clear.
It was a faint moan.
A low, rhythmic, alluring female moan.
The guest eagerly lifted the black cloth, revealing the mystery.
It was a metal cage made of steel. The steel bars intersected horizontally and vertically, dividing the cage into several
small square compartments. Above the cage, facing the guest, was the lid, secured with a small golden lock.
What drew the guests' attention wasn't the cage itself, but what was inside.
The beautiful Naika was inside.
Though she was inside, Naika didn't look comfortable.
She was dressed in typical office lady attire: a black uniform skirt and blazer, the white collar of her shirt
peeking out from beneath her hair piled high at the back of her head. She wore black stockings and black high heels.
Naika's hands were bound behind her back with black nylon rope, and a black collar hung around her neck, with
a chain attached to the cage wall. A metal nose hook was fastened to Naika's nose,
connected to the collar at the back of her neck. The chain connecting the nose hook and the collar wasn't very long, forcing Naika to tilt her head back to relieve the strain on her nose.
A red gag was stuffed into Naika's small mouth, and saliva and moans were escaping through the small holes in the gag.
Naika was kneeling in the cage. Because the cage was so small, an adult couldn't possibly
stand inside. And after kneeling, Naika's body was flattened by the cramped space, pressed against her legs,
making her look like a sandwich or a folded blanket.
Her legs were bent and folded, her thighs and calves secured together with straps. Her body, pressed against her folded legs
, was then secured to her legs with another layer of straps.
Her bound hands and upper body were also secured together with straps.
This made Naika look like a tightly bound package.
Naika couldn't make any extra movements. Because of the cage's narrowness, even the only remaining movement was
impossible.
The guests watched with interest as Naika was wrapped up in multiple layers.
Naika's buttocks faced the guests. Her skirt was deliberately lifted, revealing her buttocks clad in sexy black panties.
Those panties looked very familiar.
The guest immediately realized that those were the sexy lingerie he'd worn on his first night in Wangyue Village.
Through the holes in the lingerie, he could see Naika's pink flesh and cute anus, prompting him to remark that
it was definitely more interesting when worn by a person.
He played with Naika's buttocks for a while, inserting a vibrator through the cage hole, and admired her struggling and swaying in the cage
. He then sat in front of the cage and took photos.
Tempted by Naika's helpless appearance, the guest eagerly opened the gift bag prepared for him.
Now it was time to enjoy the feast.
He used the key given to him by the waiter to open the steel cage.
He lifted the very light Naika from the cage as if taking out a package.
He untied the straps that folded her body, removing the nose hook, gag, and ropes binding her hands.
The guest helped Naika sit on the sofa.
He watched with interest as Naika frowned and moved her limbs.
Even in pain, the beautiful woman remained beautiful.
"Why is Miss locked up here?"
he asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Me?" Naika laughed, a smile that exuded a noble, seductive charm that made one's heart itch.
"Can't you tell just by looking at me?"
The customer shook his head.
"I'm an office lady."
"Why are office ladies locked in cages?"
"Because I'm a slutty office lady. If I'm not locked up, I'll seduce men. My sex drive is incredibly
strong; I'm a criminal labeled a bitch. So being locked up there is my punishment."
"Oh. Can I punish you tonight?"
"No way. I was just saying. I finally got released; I don't want to be punished."
Naika said, snuggling into the customer's arms.
She made sweet sounds like a kitten.
The customer tore open Naika's uniform, kissing her while kneading her soft, firm breasts.
Naika's nipples quickly hardened.
"Any good projects?"
Naika grinned mischievously.
"I won't tell you."
Although she denied it verbally, she hinted at something with her eyes.
That treadmill seemed to have some kind of mystery.
The customer walked to the treadmill, picked up the instruction manual, and read it. The illustrated instructions were easy to understand.
The customer gestured for Naika to come over.
Naika immediately swayed over to the customer.
"Let's play with this."
"No. It's uncomfortable."
"It's settled then."
Following the instructions, the customer found the props in the cabinet.
She gestured for Naika to take off her clothes. Naika performed a seductive undressing act in front of the customer.
The customer and Naika laid out the props together. There was a leather corset, black
ballet boots with heels and toes almost parallel, triangular gloves, and a black, form-fitting soft rubber suit.
The customer was very excited; this was clearly his favorite.
Mochizuki-kyo's service was very attentive; they knew every customer's preferences perfectly. Especially for
VIP customers who were willing to spend money to sponsor, they couldn't be lenient.
"Should I wear these?"
"What do you think?"
"No. Please. It's painful."
The customer, of course, wouldn't give in.
Naika, already completely naked, had no choice but to put on the equipment the customer had prepared for her. First, she donned a full-body soft rubber suit.
The suit was so thin and light it felt like skin, completely concealing Naika's perfect figure. Wearing
it, only her breasts, vulva, and anus were exposed.
The contrast between her snow-white breasts and pink vulva and her completely black new skin was striking, making her even more alluring.
Naika twirled in front of the customer, whose penis was already erect, giving her a satisfied thumbs-up. Next,
Naika put on black stockings on her new skin and slipped them into terrifying ballet boots. A
black corset was placed around her waist, cinching her already slender waist into an hourglass shape. Finally, the customer himself tied Naika
's hands behind her back, binding them together in circles, and then slipping them into inverted triangular leather gloves. Completed
, the customer led Naika around in a circle.
Because of the ballet shoes, Naika's walking was not smooth, and her speed noticeably slowed. But as expected of
Naika, she still appeared completely at ease.
The guest walked to the treadmill and pressed the button according to the instructions. A humming sound accompanied
the descent of a mechanical pulley from the roof.
The pulley also had an adjustable rope.
Naika was pushed onto the treadmill by the guest, who then threaded the rope under her armpits.
The guest pressed the knob again, the pulley turned, the rope rose, and Naika was slowly lifted by the arm.
Just as Naika's toes were almost off the treadmill, the pulley automatically stopped.
Following the instructions again, the guest selected the button. Suddenly, the large screen facing the treadmill flashed.
"Welcome. This is the Little Pony Run game. Is your pony ready?"
It turned out to be a game.
It started with a cutscene. A cute cartoon girl ran into a small house, and when she ran out,
she was dressed in a black latex suit, her hands tied behind her back, and wearing ballet shoes—a perfect cartoon version of Naika.
The matching between the cartoon and the character was excellent,
making the guest admire the designer's ingenuity.
The cartoon pony playfully bounced on the grassland, urging the player to start.
After selecting a new game, it entered start mode.
A control keyboard resembling that of a PSP rose up next to the treadmill.
The guest quickly realized that he was playing the role of the Big Bad Wolf chasing a pony.
His task was to catch up with the pony.
As the pony started running in the game, the treadmill also began to move slowly. Naika had to move her feet as well.
At the same time, the screen split into two parts: one half showed the pony running on the track, and the other half showed
the Big Bad Wolf chasing the pony's rear.
The game design is simple, similar to a standard racing game. Players need to avoid obstacles and collect power-ups. The first
level is practice mode. The pony runs slowly, and the treadmill under Naika's feet doesn't rotate fast either,
which is nothing to the landlady of Mochizuki Village. There aren't many power-ups or obstacles, and the Big Bad Wolf
catches up with the pony without much effort.
As a reward, an animation appears on the screen showing the Big Bad Wolf inserting his huge penis into the pony's vagina.
A treasure chest is also given as a reward.
Opening the treasure chest reveals additional power-ups.
At the same time, many mechanisms appear on the treadmill.
Following the game's description, the customer intriguedly places these mechanisms on Naika.
Vibrating pads are attached to Naika's breasts, and a catheter connected to an IV bag is inserted
into her anus; both the catheter and the pads are controlled by the treadmill.
It's the first time the customer has found manipulating mechanics so interesting.
Naika, however, clearly dislikes her new gadgets; she pedals the treadmill like a real pony
to express her dissatisfaction. The customer chuckles mischievously.
Once the guest finished their task, the second level began.
This time, many more items were added to the game.
Naika could control the pony's speed and direction by running. The competitive atmosphere was
significantly enhanced.
There were speed-up items in the game. Naika's character would gain a short speed boost after consuming one, but the treadmill
speed would also increase slightly.
The character in the game didn't feel tired, but Naika would be severely tormented.
The Big Bad Wolf would also consume enema and electric shock items, throwing them at the pony. The pony would then show
images of being given enemas and electric shocks, thus slowing down.
Simultaneously, in reality, Naika's nipples would be stimulated by vibrating pads, and the enema fluid switch would temporarily
open, releasing a small stream of fluid into Naika's stomach.
These punishments would spill over from the game into reality, stimulating the running Naika.
Already unable to stop, she also had to control her character to dodge the Big Bad Wolf's attacks, while her breasts and anus were subjected to
various stimuli. This not only increased the difficulty for Naika but also caused her immense pain.
Getting off was out of the question; Naika was completely controlled on the treadmill. Her only option was to escape the Big Bad
Wolf's pursuit and lessen her pain.
Unfortunately, the game's mechanics were unbalanced. The second level still ended with the Big Bad Wolf winning.
This time, the reward for completing the level was a collar.
Suddenly, a drawer opened in the otherwise plain room,
revealing a collar with electrical wires and cone-shaped stainless steel spikes on the outside as the reward.
The front of the collar even had the words "For Vicious Dogs" written on it in a rather stylish way.
Now, Naika's equipment had been expanded to include a collar.
And the third level, naturally, added an item to shock the vicious dog.
Naika screamed incessantly from the torture, and her vaginal fluids were all over the treadmill.
The onlookers couldn't help but want to complete the game.
Each level of the game would reward the player with a new item. And the little pony girl in the game would wear the same new equipment as Naika
. Her already low stats gradually decreased. Escaping the Big Bad Wolf's pursuit became increasingly impossible
.
The guest, playing the Big Bad Wolf, won every round, gleefully inserting his enormous penis into the pony
's anus each time, a manifestation of the guest's desire.
Naika's props multiplied. First, chains restricted her movement between her legs. Then,
bells were placed on her nipples. Next, even her right to speak was taken away, and she was given a large gag. Later, a large amount of aphrodisiac was injected into her vagina
, lactation-inducing fluid was injected into her nipples, and a nose hook was hung on her nose.
A completely black, artificial human skin hood was placed on her head, only revealing her nostrils.
At this point, Naika's black ponytail emerged from behind the hood, revealing no eyes or mouth. A collar
perfectly connected the hood to her latex suit. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her legs were unable to move due to the chains.
Besides being constantly shocked with electric shocks to her nipples, the bells jingled while she ran, adding to the eroticism. The lactation-inducing fluid caused her breasts to swell to the size of
basketballs, and her nipples to become exaggeratedly erect, with milk spilling everywhere along the bells. Her vagina was already overflowing,
and her stomach was filled with enema fluid. The only outlet, her anus, had been replaced with an inflatable horsetail anal plug.
Various stimulations were applied to Naika's body, and she had to keep running, unable to stop.
Her confused consciousness made her feel like she had really become that poor little pony in the game.
Naika could no longer control the pony. She had no idea which way the pony was running.
She would always encounter obstacles and wrong props, and then be tortured by the treadmill.
The customer enjoyed Naika's helpless performance.
The final obstacle was overcome, and the final props, the metal chastity belt and nipple cuffs, were obtained.
The customer took Naika off the treadmill and inserted his already erect penis into Naika's wet vagina.
Naika had completely become a sex doll, being played with and controlled by the customer at will, unable to put up any resistance.
All night long, the customer enjoyed this beauty that brought him great pleasure.
And Naika, all in black, played the role of a doll, struggling next to the sleeping customer.
The next day at noon, at the special garbage recycling point in Mochizuki Village. The staff found Naika. She
had been struggling there all morning.
She was completely encased in a black latex suit, her hands bound behind her back with triangular glove-like straps. Her feet were
clad in ballet heels, her legs bent backward, a black nylon rope connecting her feet to the ends of the glove-like straps
.
Naika wore a black hood that only exposed her nostrils, and a vicious dog collar around her neck. Nose hooks
were attached to her beautiful nostrils from the outside of the hood, flipping them up. The hood had a semi-circular indentation around her mouth,
presumably a large gag.
Her exposed breasts were enormous, their base bound with nipple shackles. Milk continuously spurted from her nipples, and
the vibrating pads caused them to twitch, making a soft jingling sound.
Her lower body was completely locked with a black, conspicuous silver-white chastity belt, secured with a lock.
Only a black ponytail peeked out from the opening at the back of the chastity belt.
A small, joking note lay on Naka, who resembled a latex doll.
"Disposable items, discard after use."
Next to Naka were bundled pornographic magazines and broken appliances…
Lying in the garbage heap, Naka truly looked like a discarded doll.
A staff member watched for a while. Instead of freeing Naka, he simply said harshly,
"Don't throw recyclable trash in the non-recyclable trash heap."
He then spat on Naka.
The doll, which had been motionless, jerked violently…
…
Naka couldn't always serve VIP customers. She mostly served regular customers.
After all, Naka was the face of Mochizuki Village, and all the customers hoped to interact with her.
And Naka would respond to everyone's expectations.
Early in the morning, everyone learned that Naka's self-criticism session had begun. The guests gathered with great interest at the hot spring
village venue.
Soon, a waiter appeared, pulling a chain into the guests' view.
And at the other end of the chain, naturally, was our signature proprietress, Naka.
Unlike her usual elegant attire, Naika's outfit this time was far more bizarre.
She wore sunglasses, a mask, and an oversized trench coat with the sleeves
drooping listlessly. Her legs, however, remained the classic combination of black stockings and high heels.
The guests chattered amongst themselves, but since Mochizuki Village was known for its unconventional methods, no one could guess
what was going on.
Naika's slightly unsteady gait only fueled their unease.
A waiter led Naika to the center of the hall.
"This is the bitch dressed as our noble boss lady. We are going to put her to trial."
The solemn monologue instantly heated up the atmosphere.
A barrage of insults and condemnations immediately descended upon Naika.
Naika instinctively tried to dodge. Unfortunately, the collar around her neck was being held by the waiter, preventing
her escape.
The intensity of the atmosphere made Naika feel as if everyone was truly going to condemn her.
The waiter rattled off a long, rambling monologue, mostly about how lewd Naika was, how
sinful she was, and how she deserved punishment. The dialogue was stiff, but
it definitely heated up the atmosphere.
They'd seen enough.
The group entertainment officially began.
"Let everyone see the true face of this world-threatening bitch."
The waiter removed Naika's sunglasses, revealing her eyes. They were white pupils, completely lacking
the luster of normal eyes.
Everyone knew they were colored contact lenses.
"These are opaque. Bitches wear them to
block out their vision in order to achieve the most helpless pleasure."
Since the waiter said that, Naika definitely couldn't see anything.
Then came the mask, and sure enough, a large red gag underneath.
Everyone could see the collar around her neck.
Next, the waiter yanked off Naika's trench coat, revealing her completely naked body.
The guests gasped in unison.
Naika's beautiful body was covered in words.
Insulting words like "bitch," "pervert," "pornography," and "sex toy" were written all over her body.
"To experience immense humiliation, a bitch would always write these words on her body."
Besides the words, Naika also wore nipple rings. Her vagina also had nipple rings.
Three vibrating dildos were inserted into her vagina, oscillating back and forth and emitting a piercing buzzing sound.
A rubber anal plug was inserted into Naika's anus.
Her hands were, as usual, tied behind her back.
Perhaps aware of the guests' gaze, or perhaps due to the intense stimulation from the dildos, Naika instinctively
closed her legs.
However, the attendant forcefully spread her legs, exposing her private parts and humiliation to the guests.
A small river had already formed beneath the dildos, silvery filaments dripping from their ends
to the ground.
The guests eagerly took out their cameras to photograph this memorable scene.
The attendant had Naika turn around, her buttocks facing the guests. Then, the anal plug was removed from her anus. Before
a single second had passed, a huge jet of pale yellow water gushed out like a fountain, startling the guests.
"This bitch enemas herself all the time; this stimulation excites her. Everyone, don't you think she's a
lewd pervert? Shouldn't she be punished?"
The answer was predictable.
What followed was a one-sided barrage of accusations against Naika.
Naika was forced to write a long, illegible letter of self-reflection.
Of course, handwriting was strictly forbidden.
Naika's hands were tied behind her back. She squatted naked, her thighs and calves bound together with rope.
She had to spread her legs and could only move forward and backward while squatting. Her
contact lenses were removed, but the gag remained in her mouth.
Because she didn't need to defend herself.
A waiter brought white paper and laid it on the tatami floor. Then he brought an inkstone and a calligraphy brush…
the brush was about the thickness of a sausage. The tip was bristly, and the end resembled a man's penis. There were even protruding
clitoris on it.
The waiter knelt down, looped two ropes around his crotch, tightened them, and connected them to the rope behind Naika's back. He then
carefully inserted the concave end of a calligraphy brush into Naika's vagina, securing it with the two tightened ropes.
Next came Naika's time to write a letter of repentance using her vagina.
Covered in writing, squatting on the ground, she moved with difficulty, emitting seductive moans that tempted all men
, drooling as she wrote on the paper with her vagina—a naked beauty. She was the most
powerful proprietress in Wangyue Village.
If Naika's handwriting became even slightly blurred, she would be whipped. Even a slow movement would result in a whipping.
This pitiful yet alluring scene was once again captured by the guests in photographs, becoming a highly stimulating image for masturbation.
Naika's arduous confession took a full two hours to write. She almost fainted from exhaustion. The blurry
confession, covered in her own semen and saliva, was bought by a customer at a high price…
After that, Naika was sentenced to a week of service.
You can see in the courtyard of Mochizuki Village
a beautiful maid wearing a skirt so short it barely covers her buttocks, holding a broom, her hands and feet bound by restrictive erotic chains, her mouth gagged, and
a collar around her neck, diligently working.
You can also see a beautiful office lady sitting in a completely transparent, locked-in kiosk. Wearing
a top that exposes her breasts, her lower body completely naked, she sits in front of a computer. Her legs are spread apart and locked to the chair legs, a huge
brush massager constantly entering and exiting her unsuspecting vagina, bringing her to repeated orgasms.
You can also see a sailor-uniformed girl with her buttocks raised, head bent forward, pressing down on a metal rod as high as her waist
. (The metal rods were fixed to the wall at both ends, resembling a low horizontal bar.) Her hands were pulled
to her ankles and locked behind her legs. The scene showed a guest, dressed as a teacher, spanking her.
You don't need to doubt it. She is Naka, the proprietress of Mochizuki-kyo.
"Ah. Please, let me go."
...
Naka, dressed in a kimono, was called to a guest's room. There, a little guest was crying incessantly.
"Why are you crying, little brother?"
Naka asked the boy, who looked to be only in elementary school age, with a sweet smile. But he just kept crying and
ignored the beautiful proprietress.
The proprietress, who was always confident in her charm, was being ignored by a man for the first time, even though he
was just a child who didn't understand. It still made Naka a little annoyed.
"Nike was left at home. He misses Nike. Oh, I forgot to mention, Nike is my dog,"
the boy's father explained apologetically, while also apologizing for disturbing the other guests.
"Is he crying because he's lonely since his pet isn't with him?"
"He really likes dogs. But you can't bring a pet on a trip, can you?"
Understanding the situation, Naika winked at the waiter behind her.
The customer is always right, even in Mochizuki-go.
"I'll think of something."
Although Naika said this, the customer didn't think she had any solutions.
After all, this was a small island, and Mochizuki-go didn't seem to have any pets.
The proprietress in her kimono and the waiter went out.
About half an hour later, the waiter returned.
"Don't cry. Look what I brought you."
He pulled on the leash. A moment later, a black dog appeared in front of the child.
"It's a puppy."
The child was innocent and naive. But the child's father didn't think so. The one crawling at his feet
looked exactly like the proprietress who had just politely discussed solutions with him.
She looked incredibly alluring now.
Her arms and legs were folded backwards, wrapped in black tape, and stuffed into a human-skin cover. The lower part of the cover was
for the elbows and knees, made of special shock-absorbing material for crawling. The arms and legs were folded
tightly, with no visible gaps. Naika's hands and feet were also cleverly secured. Her hands
were pressed against her shoulder blades, and her feet against her round buttocks. These were also seamlessly attached to
her body using black faux-human skin material, making it look as if her hands and feet had been perfectly surgically removed, with no visible
seams connecting them to her body.
A black corset of the same material cinched her waist. Her breasts, vulva, and anus remained the only exposed areas,
revealing her flesh color. Around her neck was the classic vicious dog collar. Her head was covered by a black faux-human
skin hood. Openings on both sides of the hood allowed Naika's hair to pass through in pigtails, falling
outside. Presumably to mimic dog ears.
Naika crawled slowly on all fours, occasionally barking like a dog.
"This is the proprietress."
"You're mistaken. How could the noble proprietress be crawling on the ground? This is a female dog kept by Wangyue Village. She was
moved here to play with your child."
"But..."
The customer lowered his head again, looking at the female dog being held by the child. No matter how many times he saw it, it was definitely the proprietress.
"Please accept it. This is also the proprietress's idea. Customer satisfaction is the service tenet of Wangyue Village
, even if he is just a small customer."
The customer no longer refused. Or rather, if it's a windfall, refusing it might lead to lifelong regret.
However, this proprietress was not a female dog after all. In appearance, she was more like a sexy stunner.
The waiter noticed the customer's concerns.
"You don't need to worry."
Saying this, he took out a dog-tail-shaped anal plug, held the female dog down, and inserted it into the female dog's anus.
"You also don't need to worry that she will spy on your privacy."
The waiter then took out a pair of opaque white contact lenses and cleverly inserted them into the female dog's eyes.
Perhaps realizing that things were not as planned, Naika suddenly cried out.
"Wait a minute, that's not the plan."
"Really?"
The waiter took out the plan to check, then placed it in front of Naika.
"Look, this is the plan you wrote."
Naika's vision was obstructed by her colored contact lenses, and she could only see a blurry mess. She couldn't
check what was written at all.
She was certain that the waiter had taken the wrong plan.
She was about to speak up to stop him
when the waiter started talking to the customer.
"Isn't it absurd for a dog to talk like a human?"
"It is."
The waiter took out a syringe and sucked in a small vial of what looked like a sinister-looking drug. He used tweezers to pull out Naika
's little tongue and inserted the syringe needle into it.
Naika felt a sharp pain on the tip of her tongue, followed by a huge numbness.
Not only did saliva flow uncontrollably, but her tongue also grew larger and larger.
She wanted to give the careless waiter a good scolding. But the sound that came out of her mouth was...
"Woof woof woof..."
Unable to speak.
"That's good now. Remember to give her an injection every day."
The waiter handed the syringe and medicine to the customer and left to slack off.
The customer, watching the terrified landlady being hugged by the child and barking incessantly, revealed an evil smile.
...
After that, the child would drag his newly acquired pet around the village of Wangyue.
The mother dog, pulled by the energetic child, would crawl laboriously on the ground.
With each pull from the child, the mother dog would fall, letting out a pitiful howl. Her mammary glands would be covered in mud, making her look quite pathetic
. And wherever she crawled, she would leave a wet trail. Needless to say, this was
the product of the orgasm after pain turned into pleasure.
"Uncle, she's so stupid." "
Because she's a stupid dog."
"The way she crawls is so clumsy."
"Then let's correct her."
The waiter's enthusiasm always made Naika even more miserable.
He brought out two sets of shackles. The shackles had an adjustable chain in the middle, and
metal rings of different sizes at both ends. The waiter and the child's father worked together to fasten the smaller chain to Naika's front paws with
a small gold lock, and the larger chain to her hind paws, locking them in the same way.
A pair of shackles were placed on each side. Then, the length of the chain between the shackles was adjusted to shorten it as much as possible.
This time, when the child pulled on the chain on Naika's collar, Naika could only crawl forward, her speed even slower.
The
child kept leading his new pet around Mochizuki Village, and the guests showed
great interest in this new pet.
Watching her struggle as she was pulled was always exciting.
The waiter gave the child a whip to train his pet.
The child diligently trained the new female dog in basic commands:
sitting, lifting her leg to urinate, bowing, etc.
The female dog was whipped when she was too tired or disobedient. This also excited the guests.
After all, it was rare to see a child training the landlady of a hot spring inn, especially like a dog. Moreover,
children are innocent and guileless, completely devoid of malice. Isn't that even more stimulating?
The guests were filled with envy. The enthusiastic father naturally persuaded his child to offer the female dog for everyone to enjoy.
Everyone was united in their determination to train the female dog into a docile, spoiled, and utterly lewd plaything
.
After a night of intense discussion, a preliminary plan was casually decided.
They worked together to build a small wooden hut in the backyard of Wangyue Village.
An iron cage was installed inside to confine the disobedient female dog.
These pampered guests had never found physical labor so stimulating.
A week of intensive training began.
The disobedient female dog was whipped and dragged towards the hut.
She struggled constantly, barking wildly.
"If only you were human. At least I could understand what you're saying."
Having just been pricked with an injection, Naika's tongue was completely numb. Not only could she not speak, but her saliva
flowed uncontrollably like a dog's. Hearing the guests say this, she could only swallow her bitterness in silence.
The guests hurriedly shoved Naika into the small iron cage.
In front of her, they read aloud the intensive training plan:
"Feed selected dog food. Restrict excretion. Wear enhancement tools. One walk per day. Two
enemas per day. The quantity and frequency of enema fluid will increase daily. Two lactation-inducing injections per day, the quantity and frequency will increase daily.
Milking will be added after 3 days. Two estrus-inducing injections per day, the quantity and frequency will increase daily. Side
effects of the mixed drugs: increased physical sensitivity, decreased intelligence. And… here is the roster of caretakers…"
Naika shook her head desperately, looking up to see the wicked faces of the guests staring down at her.
For the next few days, the guests, playing the role of caretakers, dutifully performed their duties. They kept
experimental records every day and even compiled damned video footage.
Naika only had one hour of walking time each day. What was originally a painful walk now became her greatest
relaxation.
At other times, Naika was confined to that small cage where she could only lie down and couldn't even move her body.
The keepers fed her dog food. They gave her enemas. They plugged her anus until she rolled her eyes back before
unplugging it.
Every day, they played her stories about female dogs, female dog contracts, female dog confessions, and other random things
, making Naika increasingly accustomed to the female dog's presence. Her resistance began to fade.
They also injected her with random drugs, causing her breasts to swell continuously, like a cow's. Milk was constantly
secreted, saliva flowed uncontrollably, and her tongue was so numb that even barking was difficult. Her anus and vagina were so itchy that she wished
she could insert a wooden stake.
Her nipples and clitoris became as long as a child's finger, and her labia became large and elastic.
Usually, the keepers would use rubber bands to put over her nipples and clitoris, constantly stimulating her abnormally sensitive nipples and clitoris
. Moreover, the milk could not be discharged, making her breasts swollen and uncomfortable.
Naka only breathed a sigh of relief when the caretaker came to milk her with a wooden bucket.
The freshly produced breast milk was sent to the kitchen of Mochizuki-go as ingredients for dinner. The pastries made from it
earned the nickname "Landlady's Milk."
After a week of special training, when Naka returned to being the landlady, she could barely stand or speak.
She would even lift her leg to urinate and secretly steal dog food.
This became a source of amusement for the guests.
A group photo of the guests standing in a row, with Naka dressed as a female dog lying on the ground in the middle, was hung
in the most prominent place at the Mochizuki-go hot spring inn.
In the photo, the guests smiled and showed their victory signs, leading Naka, who was sticking out her tongue.
The caption read, "On [date], we successfully turned the landlady into a dog. PS: Landlady: Oh, come on,
let's play the female dog game again next time."
...
Naka, dressed in a kimono, poured sake for the guests. The aroma of the sake was enchanting. This is what is meant by "fine wine and beautiful women"
.
"I've always wanted to say that the sake in Mochizuki Village is the most delicious. I wonder what the proprietress's secret recipe is?"
Naika simply smiled, offering no answer.
A customer nearby also chimed in.
"This snake meat melts in your mouth, and after eating it, I feel energetic and full of vitality. It must be a specialty of the island.
Proprietress, why don't you tell us?"
Just as the customers were about to press her for details, the usually generous proprietress became evasive.
"I'm sorry. This is a secret of Mochizuki Village, and I cannot tell you."
Although the customers were disappointed, they didn't press her further since it was a secret of Mochizuki Village.
The next day, Mochizuki Village held another lottery game. The proprietress had a bad draw and drew the "meat toilet" again.
"I don't want to be a meat toilet!"
The customers naturally refused to give in.
At this point, someone said that if the proprietress would reveal the secret of Mochizuki Village's delicious sake and fragrant meat, she would be allowed to
draw lots again.
After everyone agreed, the proprietress was too embarrassed to refuse any longer. Naika had no choice but to agree.
Unexpectedly, she drew the "meat toilet" again in the second draw.
"Why am I so unlucky?"
Naika's bad luck was well-known. Leaving aside the story of the "meat toilet,"
Naika decided to take everyone to explore the secrets of Wangyue Village.
Early in the morning, the guests were asked to gather at the back mountain.
The sky was high and clear, the trees were lush and green, and peach blossoms were in bloom. A patchwork of emerald green and pink gave the guests a unique
and novel experience.
Naika hadn't appeared yet. Instead, a waiter came over to greet them.
"That's not a peach blossom."
"Not a peach blossom? Then what is this flower?"
"It's not recorded in books; it only blooms on this island. We usually call it the 'lust flower' because its
pollen has various effects such as relaxing muscles and improving blood circulation, boosting energy, and activating cells. Those who consume it will remain young
."
"That's good?"
"The side effect is that you'll become incredibly lewd."
Everyone whispered among themselves, seemingly aware of the proprietress's youthful beauty and masochistic tendencies.
But this wasn't the secret they wanted to know.
"Everyone, don't rush. Brewing wine requires special ingredients. Preparing the ingredients will take some time,"
the waiter said, calling over his companions.
They pulled a small wooden cart. On the cart was a large wooden box, nailed shut
and sealed with tape.
The cart was pushed in front of the guests. Everyone looked at the box with great interest,
wondering what materials were inside.
"The material is called cocoon. It must undergo fermentation. The selection of cocoons is also very important. Only the best cocoons can make
the best wine. And such top-quality cocoons are hard to find even in the whole world. Only in Wangyue Township do we happen to have
these kinds of cocoons. Now the cocoons have been stored away for a week and fermentation is complete. It's time to take them out and let everyone see the winemaking process
."
The waiter gestured to his companions to open the box. Everyone hurriedly tore off the seal, removed the nails, and opened the box.
The moment the box was opened, a fragrant aroma filled the air.
"Don't inhale too much, or you'll hallucinate and find yourself trapped in your most stimulating sadomasochistic game
."
After the aroma dissipated, everyone crowded closer to the box.
Inside the box were some herbs. The herbs were uncovered. A week-old cocoon surfaced.
Naika wore an eye mask and a gag in her mouth. A feeding tube and oxygen were inserted into her nostrils. Her hands were bound behind her back,
and her legs were tied together, thighs and calves. A metal valve to dilate her anus was inserted,
with a finger-thick tube connected to one side for defecation, and a urinary catheter inserted directly into her bladder.
The so-called cocoon was none other than the famous proprietress of Wangyue Village, much to the surprise of the guests.
No wonder the proprietress had been missing for a week; she had been placed in a wooden box to ferment.
"We usually brew wine when there aren't many customers. That's when the cocoon ferments fully. This time, for
demonstration purposes, we simplified the process. As you can see, the cocoon needed for fine wine must be a seductive and beautiful
woman; the more seductive and beautiful, the better the wine will taste. And in this world, there's probably no one
more suitable than my proprietress."
Everyone nodded in understanding.
Naika sat quietly inside a box piled high with herbs, her entire body covered in a nylon net. The nylon netting seemed
tailor-made, fitting perfectly without being too much or too little. Her enormous breasts,
swollen from fermentation, were now constricted into lumps by the netting.
Her body, smoothed by a week of fermentation, shimmered like jewels in the sunlight.
Everyone watching could only swallow hard.
The staff lifted Naika out of the netting, cutting the ropes as if untying cured meat. They
removed Naika's blindfold. Seeing her dazed state, they said,
"She's currently immersed in a world of masochistic pleasure. This is the best state, proving the cocoon has absorbed
the essence of the herbs. She's releasing a tremendous aura of lust."
No wonder being near the proprietress made one uncontrollably want to have sex. So that's it.
Everyone stepped back slightly, forcibly suppressing their growing desires.
The staff continued their work.
They prepared new netting, untied the ropes from Naika, and let her rest for a while.
This time, they took out new ropes and tied Naika's hands and feet together behind her back in a "four horses galloping backwards" position
.
They clamped Naika's labia with clips, tied them with ropes, and forcibly separated them.
What should have been a painful act actually made Naika scream with excitement. It seems the cocoon is of very high quality; all kinds of stimulation
turn into pleasure.
The waiters wrapped the netting around Naika's body again, tightening it to make her into a round, fleshy ball.
Then they found a thick, erotic tree and hung ropes on its trunk.
Once everything was ready,
the waiters took out some brewed wine and smeared it on Naika's swollen nipples, vulva, and clitoris.
"Pull up."
The waiter looped the ropes around the netting and hoisted Naika to the tree trunk.
Round, fleshy orbs shimmered in the sunlight, hanging from the tree trunk, swaying in the breeze.
Alluring moans filled the air, and the seductive scent emanating from Naika was overwhelming.
Everyone stared at the fleshy Naika.
Soon, many bees flew in, buzzing around Naika.
They landed on Naika's breasts and vulva, making a buzzing sound.
"Look closely, everyone, the brewing process has begun."
Stimulated by Naika's fragrance, the bees exposed their stingers. They began to fiercely pierce Naika
's nipples, labia, and clitoris.
Naika screamed repeatedly from the stings, then her cries subsided, and then turned into wanton moans.
The waiter quickly brought a wooden bucket and placed it directly beneath Naika.
Her ever-expanding breasts were larger than basketballs, and her nipples and clitoris were smooth like crystal grapes.
Accompanied by Naika's dazed cries,
she lost control
of her bladder. Milk flowed like a faucet turned on. And exaggerated amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva. The waiter
caught every last drop in the wooden buckets.
"This isn't ordinary milk and semen. It's a special 'semen wine' from Wangyue Township."
Everyone shared the freshly brewed wine, praising it highly.
Above them, the greatest contributor to the wine, Naika, smiled slightly. She must have been dreaming of new
and exciting games, enjoying herself in her dream world.
Besides the wine, there was also the secret of snake meat, as agreed.
Early in the morning, the waiter and Naika arrived at the back mountain.
Naika, completely naked, had her hands tied in front of her and was pulled in by the waiter.
It seemed that fermentation wasn't needed this time, so Naika greeted everyone soberly.
As for why the proprietress was brought in naked by the waiter, that remained a mystery.
"Unlike brewing wine, obtaining the semen snake is much simpler."
Snakes are animals with specific preferences. What attracts them is naturally their prey.
"The proprietress is the prey."
"That's why I was brought here tied up. What are the chances of prey that feeds the snakes returning alive?" She
was still making playful jokes. Everyone applauded Naika.
This time, Naika was completely naked, wearing only black stockings and high heels.
In the back hill, under the same tree where the wine was brewed, the waiters explained as they began their work.
Some dug holes under the tree, while others hammered wooden stakes in front of and behind the holes.
When the hole was one meter deep, Naika nodded, signaling everyone to move on to the next step.
A waiter brought out a black, imitation human skin hood. This hood was different from the forgotten one. It had no
eyes, not even nostrils; except for the mouth opening, everything else was sealed.
The waiter put the hood on Naika, locking it around her neck and securing it with a collar.
The waiter brought out a rubber tube, rotating it to fit the opening in the hood's mouth. After Naika nodded to confirm there were no
leaks, the waiter proceeded to the next steps.
The following steps were much simpler.
First, Naika was laid flat in the dug hole. Her hands were tied upwards to the wooden stakes. Then, soil was covered over Naika,
leaving only the tube exposed.
Soon, the proprietress was buried alive.
Everyone found the design strange, especially since Naika was only half-buried, with
her lower body completely exposed.
The staff offered no explanation. They used ropes to hold down Naika's struggling legs, tying knots
around her ankles and binding them to the wooden stakes on either side of the cave.
Now Naika's legs couldn't close or move. Her vulva and anus were completely exposed to the guests.
What was it like to see half of her body covered by black stockings and beautiful legs? No one could describe it, but the stimulation was undeniable
.
Everyone was imagining what Naika, buried alive, felt like—it must have been incredibly pleasurable, since her vulva was already
leaking fluids.
The staff then used clamps and anal splinters to dilate Naika's vulva and anus in turn. They
only stopped when Naika's anus was wide enough to fit a child's fist, revealing the red flesh inside
. Her vulva, naturally, was the same, clearly visible without a speculum.
Naika would never allow her most private parts to be exposed and then displayed. Unfortunately,
she couldn't do anything now.
The waiter poured some of the aphrodisiac wine into Naika's vagina and anus.
Because bees wouldn't fly to the ground, it was impossible to brew the aphrodisiac wine.
The waiter gestured for everyone to leave and observe quietly from the shadows.
"The aphrodisiac snakes are very careful and alert; you can't catch them using ordinary methods. They don't hurt people, but
they love places with holes. Not naturally formed holes, but the two holes of women, beautiful women.
Just like aphrodisiac bees, they like beautiful, lewd women. That's why they're called aphrodisiac snakes. To lure out the aphrodisiac snakes, it's best to use
the genitals of lewd women as bait. Especially vaginas and anuses that emit a strong lewd aura."
Everyone said the last part in unison.
"The proprietress is the perfect choice."
Naturally, everyone laughed.
After a while, there was movement in the bushes. A small gray snake poked its head out.
As expected of the proprietress, she lured the snake out of its hole in such a short time. No, she lured the snake into its hole.
The little snake noticed the V-shaped, splayed legs in stockings, its eyes lighting up. Like a moth drawn to a light
, it rushed forward without hesitation.
Naika's swaying legs couldn't deter the wary snake.
It slowly climbed onto Naika's buttocks, choosing between her vagina and anus.
Finally, it burrowed into her anus. It seemed to prefer the anus.
Soon, more little snakes appeared.
Like their companions, they entered Naika's natural snake trap.
Before long, Naika's vagina and anus were filled with snakes.
The waiter seized the opportunity, running up and pouring a large amount of aphrodisiac into Naika's anus and vagina, rendering the snakes unconscious
. Then, the gate and tweezers were removed, and plugs were placed in her anus and anus.
When Naika was dug out of the soil, her belly was already round and swollen.
They tied Naika's limbs behind her back, clamped her to a wooden stick, and carried her back to Mochizuki Village while singing.
It was a great harvest.
The first task upon returning was to remove the unconscious viper from Naika's container.
Dinner would be a feast of fine wine and viper.
...
Even small islands have their own special festivals.
Offering sacrifices to the gods is a tradition passed down from ancient times.
This island was no exception. However, the content of the ceremony was slightly different.
The guests arrived at the island's ceremony and eagerly awaited the start of the program.
However, the main character of the ceremony had not yet been chosen.
"I think Naika is the most suitable. She's beautiful and pretty."
"You're the one who said that. I was the main character last year, so let someone else be the main character this time."
Naika politely declined, her face full of reluctance.
The island leader had been asked by everyone to ask Naika for help, but this proprietress of Mochizuki Village, the courtesan, the signature beauty
, and the kimono beauty refused to give in, which put the island leader in a difficult position.
After all, Naika's performance was a highly anticipated event. Every man longed to see Naika perform, and
he was no exception. If Naika didn't participate in the festival, it would be utterly pointless.
"No, this is my insistence. The main character must be a beautiful woman, and stunningly beautiful at that."
"You just want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you?"
Naika saw through the island chief's thoughts, and the island chief shamelessly agreed without arguing.
Seeing that Naika was about to refuse, the guests couldn't help but persuade her.
Unable to withstand the barrage of persuasion, Naika compromised.
The solution, of course, was to draw lots.
And Naika still won the lottery.
"I'm the main character."
"That's right. I'm the main character."
Naika felt like she was going crazy.
The festival's content told the story of a witch who was defeated by the Black Knight and sealed in the island's lake.
And the worst part was that the actress playing the Black Knight fell ill, so Naika had to play both
roles.
On the day of the festival, drums and gongs were played, and the island's streets were bustling with excitement.
People lined both sides of the streets waiting for the festival procession to begin.
Naika naturally walked in front.
She was to play the witch.
Witches, of course, ride on straw brooms.
Naika was heavily made up, dressed in a very seductive manner. She wore an enormous witch's hat and a cloak.
Up to this point, it was still normal. But Naika was Naika. An activity involving Naika naturally wouldn't be complete without some sensual elements.
Naika wore a collar around her neck. Her mouth was stuffed with a large gag. A nose hook hung from her nose.
Not only that, her hands were raised in front of her chest, bound together at the wrists with rope. And Naika rode a
witch's broom.
The broom had two protrusions, positioned perfectly to insert into her anus and vagina.
A rope at the front of the broom connected to the front of Naika's collar. Another rope at the back, near the tail, also
connected to the back of Naika's collar. The broom
, positioned between her legs, forcibly spreading them, and invading her vagina and anus, along with the rope from the collar, formed
a delicate triangle. No matter whether you apply force from the front or the back, the broom will always be firmly stuck between your legs and
impossible to remove.
Incidentally, Naika is holding the broom with both hands. Naika wears a corset, her breasts are firm, and besides nipple braces, there are 　　mysterious tattoos
representing witches between her cleavage . 　　She wears nipple rings with amethyst pendants hanging from them, swaying with her movements, giving her 　　a truly authentic witch-like appearance. 　　Her legs are a classic combination of black stockings and ballet flats. 　　This provides stimulation from her toes, groin, and nipples. 　　The waiter pulls on the rope at the end of Naika's broom, constantly urging her to quicken her pace. If 　　she slows down even slightly, someone will naturally lash her buttocks with a whip. 　　The witch's appearance raises the atmosphere of the festival to unprecedented heights. Everyone praises Naika, saying she's truly different. 　　After the witch walks around the island, Naika's lewd moans continue for a while. 　　After removing her makeup, Naika transforms into the Black Knight. 　　This time, Naika, with her legs spread apart, was placed on a mare. The mare had two holes in its back, 　　from which wooden phalluses rose. 　　The mare was movable; movement would activate a mechanism inside her body, causing the wooden phalluses to rise and fall alternately. 　　In other words, the black knight riding the horse would be brutally violated. 　　Naika's hands were bound behind her back, her breasts were covered with a net, and her large breasts were constricted into blocks. Her legs were 　　folded, and weights were hung at her knees so that all of Naika's weight was concentrated on her spread vulva. 　　Thin ropes were tied to Naika's nipples, the other ends of which were tied to either side of the horse's head. The horse's head pulled on her nipples, 　　forcing Naika's body to arch forward. 　　This position was extremely painful, and the torture on her legs and the stimulation in her groin caused Naika to scream throughout. 　　She also had to recite the black knight's lines. 　　These screams and lines once again ignited the passion of all the onlookers. 　　The ceremony went very smoothly. Many tourists and witches took photos with the black knight. This also 　　inexplicably increased Naika's time playing the witch and the black knight . 　　She fainted several times from the shock. 　　The final scene was the witch being thrown into the lake and sealed. 　　Naika, completely naked, was bound into a ball of flesh, a straw in her mouth, and stuffed into a pig cage. 　　Of course, throwing her into the lake would be boring. 　　So everyone prepared a huge glass jar, using aphrodisiac wine instead of lake water, and threw Naika into it. 　　Seeing Naika's helpless expression in the water, everyone declared the ritual a great success. 　　After the ritual, there was a celebration banquet. 　　Everyone fished out the soaked "beautiful meat." 　　To differentiate it from previous years' rituals, they made some slight changes. 　　Naika, after being fished out, was not released. Instead, the young men carried her to the center of the banquet. There was 　　a bonfire there, and on the bonfire was a metal barbecue grill. 　　Seeing the barbecue grill, the half-dazed Naika suddenly woke up.

Just as she was about to speak, an apple was shoved into her mouth.
Then, spices were stuffed into her anus, and a carrot was used to plug it. Her vagina was filled with aphrodisiac wine.
Naika struggled, but was still held fast to the barbecue grill by the crowd.
"The final act, let's enjoy the meal. Since we can't consider the source of this depravity, we've
decided to put the bitch Naika to death."
Naika was terrified. She struggled, but the cage binding her body restricted her movements.
The crazed gazes of the guests and islanders filled Naika with despair.
Despair turned into excitement, and Naika actually climaxed.
Her vaginal fluids gushed out.
Everyone laughed.
The drums sounded, and the island chief ordered a bonfire to be lit.
Several naked beauties turned the barbecue grill, brushing oil onto Naika's body.
Naika felt the flames behind her burning brighter and brighter.
She seemed to smell the aroma of roasting meat emanating from her own body.
Naika fainted.
In her dream, Naika dreamed that her charred, golden-brown self was served at the table.
Of course, Naika was still alive.
This was just a prank everyone had prepared for her.
For this martyr who enjoyed torturing games, everyone was naturally hoping she'd have her fill.
The charcoal fire was a low-temperature flame and wouldn't hurt anyone. Everything else was real.
A grand banquet was held around Naka, who had passed out on the barbecue grill.
It was all over.
Just wait until the tourist season arrives, and you'll find yourself at the entrance of a hot spring inn on a small island.
A beautiful kimono-clad landlady will point to the "Mochizuki-gō" sign and welcome you with a smile.
[The End]

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