The basement of humiliation

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The dean of academic affairs, Ishiguro Bunzo, walked slowly up the long staircase in the basement. This filthy building was where his father ran his steel business. Besides some materials, it also contained unnecessary items. Gondo had hunted down this prey, placing her in the basement to await Ishiguro's arrival.

Tonight's prey, Yamaha-sensei Yumi, was one of the better women Ishiguro had hunted. From the moment she came to the academy as a teacher, he had harbored wicked intentions towards her. He wanted to humiliate this woman and make her his sex slave. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He slowly approached the basement, hearing the woman's cries and Gondo's despicable, lewd laughter. Ishiguro, of course, knew what was happening, and a shameless smile spread across his face. Thinking of the naked woman, her alabaster skin, he couldn't wait any longer.

At that moment, Yumi saw Ishiguro enter the basement with a smile. Yumi could hardly believe her eyes, staring intently at this devil.

"Ah! It's Ishiguro?"

The image of the dean, Ishiguro, coercing her flashed through her mind.

She remembered how, when she first arrived at the school, this dean, with his title, had violated the teachers' sense of shame, and now he was ordering students to do such shameless things. This despicable behavior made Yumi tremble with rage.

Her pale pink lower body, her wrists hanging high, Ishiguro looked at Yumi, a strange surge of desire rising within him.

He gazed at the standing naked woman, her fair skin and graceful feminine figure eliciting a sigh of admiration.

"Hey! You're so rude! How can you treat a teacher like that!"

Ishiguro berated Kondo in a domineering tone.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, this beautiful woman has aroused me beyond measure."

The half-naked Kondo lowered his head. Yumi cried, her hatred for Ishiguro growing even stronger. Her clear black and white eyes looked down at him with disdain . Ishiguro

remained unconcerned, a familiar smile playing on his lips.

"How was it! The environment here isn't bad, is it... Yamaha-sensei?"

Yumi glared at Ishiguro, who looked at the semen on her body and the white, cloudy liquid scattered on the bed. Ishiguro said,

"Hey! Who did this?"

"Hehe! I was too excited and couldn't hold back! I couldn't stop myself and just ejaculated. I don't know how it happened."

"Is that so? Well then, I can't blame you."

Ishiguro looked at Gondo's crotch, where the penis was erect again.

"You beast in human clothing!"

Her body trembled with anger. He looked at her handcuffed naked body, gritting her teeth as she spoke, and Ishiguro felt extremely pleased.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get enough fun? Do you feel empty down there? Do you want me to comfort you?"

Ishiguro boldly stared at her pubic hair. He remembered the night two days ago, when he held Yumi's body, stripped her naked, and looked at that jet-black pubic hair—what a beautiful sight! Ishiguro squinted at her.

"Stop looking, Dean of Students, you lewd man!"

Ishiguro's gaze was fixed on her lower body, and Yumi cursed.

"Oh dear! What now? Who are you going to call for help today? You don't need to go through all that trouble, no one's coming to save you."

He looked, admiring the woman's body.

Ishiguro looked at her from the front, then walked around to her back, admiring her back view, her full buttocks, the curves of Japanese legs. He reached out his fat hand and stroked her buttocks.

"Shameless, you're so shameless! As an educator, how can you do such a despicable thing?"

Yumi shouted fiercely.

Ishiguro ignored her; he preferred her angry look. His fat hands cupped her buttocks, his fingers stroking her cleft.

"Hmm! It must feel so good if that penis goes in, right, Mr. Yamaha?"

"No! Ah... No way!"

He imagined that huge penis thrusting into her asshole, attacking her body; it would be excruciatingly painful.

"Don't you all think we're so evil?"

Ishiguro said, and the others laughed along.

"Actually! Tonight will be very comfortable for you. Just get your front wet and put some lubricant on your asshole."

Ishiguro spoke like a teacher instructing a student.

His hand moved under her buttocks, around to the front, his fingers touching her pubic hair-covered private parts. Yumi whimpered helplessly.

Kondo and Katsumi watched as Ishiguro approached the furious Yumi's body, watching his hand roam over her genitals.

Gondo couldn't take it anymore and started masturbating. His penis swelled even more, so he suggested to Ishiguro,

"Mr. Ishiguro, let's play soon! I think the beautiful teacher can't take it anymore either, hurry up! Mr. Ishiguro, let us see your skills!"

When Yumi heard the wicked Gondo say this, her whole body trembled with fear, and tears fell again. Ishiguro's hand began to caress her private parts, and Yumi's disheveled appearance only made him more lewd and sadistic.

"Hmm! Alright! You can enjoy the show tonight!"

Yumi twisted her body uneasily.

The fear of death that had surged up during her imprisonment surged up again, and Yumi felt extremely scared. This beast-like man was digging into her sacred parts, and her knees trembled because he had aroused her lust, making her feel so ashamed.

"What's wrong! You want it too!"

"Ah! Please... don't treat me like this."

He looked into her clear black and white eyes, her pitiful expression only fueling Ishiguro's lust. His penis hardened, straining against his pants, a bulge appearing between his legs. A cunning smile spread across Ishiguro's face.

"No! No... what do you want?"

She didn't know what he was up to. Seeing his malicious smile, Yumi felt uneasy. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly as she watched Ishiguro, waiting for him to begin.

"How about we play a kissing game? Tongues touching tongues, sucking each other's saliva."

Yumi resisted; she didn't want to kiss this beast.

"No, no..."

Ishiguro's request met with Yumi's unthinking, violently shaking her head from side to side.

"Oh! If you don't want it... then I'm going to fuck you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand touched her genitals. He touched her soft pubic hair, making Yumi even more anxious and afraid.

"Ah! Such beautiful hair! Such a cute butt! Let's insert it here."

"No! No..."

She thrashed about in anger and shame, Yumi crying and pleading. Her arousal only intensified her shame.

Just hours ago, she had been cursing Chief Ishiguro, but now she was forced to bury her face in her hands and weep; her entire self-preservation stance had completely changed. Ishiguro watched her with amusement.

Kondo and Katsumi watched as Ishiguro manipulated her wrists; Yumi's heart was filled with fear and uncertainty, revealing her anxious and restless state.

"So! Have you decided?"

Ishiguro urged her.

"I...you really won't touch me, just a kiss?"

Yumi's ears turned red with anger, clearly disgusted by this deal.

"Ah...what does it matter? No one's watching here, and you're locked up now and can't go home. We're colleagues at the academy, why not have some fun?"

Ishiguro finished her sentence for her, while Gondo stood by, leering maliciously. Yumi tried to think it over. Their lewd behavior made her feel ashamed and humiliated; this continuous behavior had robbed her of her rational judgment.

"Ah! I'm willing..."

Yumi was forced to agree to this unreasonable request.

"Hehe...it's a kiss! I'm so amazing."

He slowly approached her, and Yumi looked on helplessly, her beautiful black hair cascading over her shoulders.

Ishiguro caressed Yumi's face as if he were cherishing a beloved object. He ran his fingers through her bangs, caressed her soft cheeks, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her thin lips.

"Oh! Finally, I can kiss Yamaha Yumi's lips..."

He was so excited that sweat beaded on his forehead. Ishiguro's thick lips drew near hers, his face pressed close, and he tilted his head to kiss Yumi's lips, pressing them heavily against his own. Yumi's teeth vibrated with humiliation as his tongue forcefully pressed in, savoring the sweet, moist mucous membrane.

Her mouth was filled with a sweet aroma, and Ishiguro sucked with great relish, his foul breath and unclean tongue devouring the woman's lips, his hands gripping the woman's wrists on top of his. Ishiguro and Yumi's tongues intertwined, he greedily sucking and blowing, the burning humiliation causing Yumi to let out a sobbing moan.

"It feels so good, doesn't it, Mr. Yamaha? Do you feel like you can't breathe? If you could kiss me as passionately as I do, that would be even better."

Ishiguro's lips left hers, and her tears immediately flowed like a flood. Ishiguro, experiencing this new sensation, felt his sadistic lust intensify. He

looked at Yumi, as if desperately trying to wash away the humiliation with his tears.

His mouth met Yumi's lips again, and now she obediently offered her tongue to his mouth. Ishiguro sucked on her tongue, licking its sweet fragrance, making soft, smacking sounds. Yumi's wet tongue aroused his sexual desire.

Ishiguro's genitals hardened, and thinking of her large, hemispherical breasts, he reached out and touched them, kneading them with varying speeds.

Her hands were no longer free; her tongue was being sucked by Ishiguro, and he was touching her breasts with his hands. She felt disgusted.

But the pain of being abused gave her an incredible change in pleasure, a feeling similar to when Matsunaga took her virginity.

Ishiguro's hands moved to her face, cupping her head, and he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, sucking and blowing intensely.

Yumi felt the time was dragging on, Ishiguro's forceful kisses. For the inexperienced Yumi, it was like sucking on unripe fruit—a bittersweet experience. He caressed her soft breasts.

Yumi seemed immersed in sex, moaning and breathing through her nose. Her hips began to sway.

Ishiguro sensitively sensed her need, feeling the pale pink garden beneath her wetness. He kissed her deeply, and Yumi felt a pang of anguish in her beautiful naked body. Ishiguro's hands caressed her sacred secret, feeling her wanton vulva open and close.

Kemin, watching the spring scene before him, felt a surge of intense emotion. His eyes widened, gazing at this mythical beauty, not blinking an eye, afraid of missing a single moment.

Her small, fan-shaped eyelashes were tightly closed, the beautiful saint's mouth pressed tightly against the devil's, her snow-white skin beginning to blush. She felt lightheaded, as if ascending to heaven, her senses activating, and Yumi lost herself.

Ishiguro's lips left hers. Instantly, her sucked tongue was freed, and she felt no more humiliation; Yumi's body tensed.

"Yamaha-sensei, how does it feel? Ah! I feel like I'm dreaming!"

Ishiguro said, his expression one of ecstasy, lost in the taste of her sweet lips.

"Sensei! Are you wet down there?"

"Idiot! You've locked me up, restrained me, how would I know?"

"In this dreamlike setting, whatever I say, you just say one thing, you know? After that deep kiss, it's truly exquisite! Are you wet, Sensei?"

She didn't answer, her anger flaring up again, glaring defiantly at Ishiguro.

"Mr. Ishiguro, I think this woman simply hates men, that's why she didn't react."

"Oh! Is that so? I think you couldn't resist!"

Ishiguro looked at Gondo with understanding.

"I heard you're quite impressive, so let's see for ourselves, Gondo?"

Ishiguro said, looking at him.

"Ah! Really? That's great. If I put her in the room, I'll definitely give her a good lesson." Yumi looked at Gondo, who was standing anxiously to the side, seemingly waiting for a long time, and approached her with a restless look.

"No! Ah... what are you doing?"

Yumi resisted Gondo with all her might.

"Mr. Ishiguro, what about our agreement? Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?"

Her black hair was disheveled as Yumi pleaded.

Ishiguro smiled coldly, looking at her disheveled appearance.

Yumi kept her legs tightly closed, her waist swaying from side to side. Gondo was already used to her resistance, and he held his penis against her thighs.

Gondo forcefully pried open her thighs with his hands, caressing her genitals.

"Haha! Enjoy yourself, beautiful teacher."

Gondo stood in front of the crying Yumi, speaking bluntly.

The men stared at Yumi's genitals. Soft pubic hair curled up, forming a thick, inverted diagonal shape, extending to her vulva, emitting a mysterious fragrance. The slit, opening and closing, revealed a delicate, pale pink hue.

"Mr. Ishiguro, it doesn't seem wet enough!"

Katsumi rubbed his penis against her garden.

"Oh! Let me see."

Ishiguro's lust surged from his genitals to his heart. He exhaled heavily, inserting his middle finger into the woman's mysterious part.

"Oh! What are you doing?"

Yumi cried out in shock and sob.

"Nothing. Just checking if it's wet enough so the three of us men can have a good time."

Ishiguro dipped his fingers in fruit juice, waving them across Yumi's face before pressing them against her cheek.

"Ah! You heartless pervert!"

The dim fluorescent light illuminated Yumi's wet fingers, shimmering faintly. Yumi blinked her tearful eyes, cursing Ishiguro in anguish. Ishiguro, unfazed by her humiliation, gazed at Yumi's sexy body, his eyes scrutinizing her entire form.

"Wow! Let us appreciate the structure of a woman's body,"

Ishiguro said to Gondo, who was caressing her buttocks.

"Ah! Mr. Ishiguro, would you like a drink?"

Gondo poured a full glass of sake for Ishiguro, treating him with the utmost respect, as if he were serving a yakuza boss.

The three men drank while admiring Yumi's naked body. "

Yamaha Yumi, stand up straight, let us see your breasts."

Ishiguro, like a drunkard, stared at Yumi's entire body, the woman blushing with shame.

"Hey! How do you want to play with her?"

The men began discussing how to play with their beautiful prey, laughing and talking. Yumi shuddered, terrified.

"Ah! She's truly a masterpiece! Looking at her face, I feel a strong tremor in my heart."

"Ah! That's right, we can all rape this woman together!"

Katsumi imagined Yumi being violated by the three of them, and he became extremely excited.

"Her voluptuous body is something any man would love."

They gazed at her full, beautiful curves, their three pairs of eyes seemingly trying to see through her naked body. Their heavy breathing, the sight of her beautiful naked form, was intoxicating even without alcohol.

"Let's play all night long tonight, have a good time. Don't miss this lovely night. It'd be worth it to come four or five times."

Ishiguro said, and Katsumi took a deep breath, anticipating. Kondo, his eyes red with greed, was also impatient.

"Ishiguro, we made a promise! You promised to let me go if we kissed! Now you're going to rape me together, you're not keeping your promise at all!"

Yumi was extremely uneasy and indignant about their arrangement. At this moment, she felt her body begin to secrete large amounts of fluid, feeling a heat between her legs.

"Then let's begin!"

Yumi heard everything they said clearly. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping, praying silently for divine protection.

Kondo approached Yumi with a rope.

Kondo unlocked the handcuffs binding her wrists. She felt her fingers were numb from being suspended for so long.

Kondo bound her hands behind her back with rope. Restrained by the rope, she could only offer a final resistance. She shook her head, her black hair disheveled; from standing for so long, she had no strength left to resist.

"No! No..."

Yumi whimpered. The rope felt rough against her soft skin, chafing her body uncomfortably. The rope wrapped around her chest, crossing and encircling her hemispherical breasts, making them firm and emphasizing her delicate, pale pink nipples.

After binding her chest, Kondo wrapped the excess rope around her bound hands behind her back, tying a tight knot.

"Alright, all tied up. Now we can properly train this sex slave."

The rope tightly bound Yumi's body, radiating a seductive, masochistic beauty that excited Kondo greatly. He placed his hand on her shoulder, pressing down on her shoulders.

"Everything's done, Mr. Ishiguro. What's next?"

"Hmm...very good...look around here. Do you know what that's for?"

Ishiguro pointed to a corner of the basement, where a large mirror stood next to a large bed. He had placed cameras around the perimeter of the courtyard, intending to film this intimate scene of three grown men against a vulnerable woman.

"Haha..."

These beasts were about to defile Yumi's body. Yumi didn't know what methods they would use to coerce her into submission. She secretly prayed for divine intervention.

"Ahhh..."

Yumi cried violently, remembering the night Matsunaga took her virginity. Terrifying images flashed before her eyes, making her even more fearful. She struggled desperately, trying to break free from these constraints and escape.

Kondo watched her writhe, licking her neck with his tongue. Her resistance only aroused him more. He reached out to caress her soft breasts, one hand stroking her buttocks.

"Teacher, be good; don't force me to use violence!"

Gondo chuckled, murmuring beside her. Ishiguro took off his clothes, shamelessly waving his

proud, masculine penis.

"Alright, that's enough..."

Ishiguro said, as Gondo gently licked Yumi's shoulder. Yumi felt as if she had fallen into hell, crying in fear.

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