Rape of Ayako

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On the afternoon of April 7, 1994, Kenichi Ichida took a high-speed train from Kyushu to Tokyo and returned home. He called home that morning, but Ayako wasn't there. He called twice more that morning, but still no one answered. Ichida immediately sensed something was wrong.

Normally, even if Ichida didn't call home, Ayako would call him from home.

Because Ayako had repeatedly urged him to come home early before he left. However, during Ichida's business trip, Ayako neither called to inquire about his well-being, and Ichida's calls home went unanswered. This was unexpected compared to the Ayako of the past. Unbelievable.

That day, a small low-pressure system swept across Tokyo. Kenichi Ichida rushed back to his home in Chofu City before the strong winds arrived. The front door was locked; his wife was naturally not home. He suddenly had a bad feeling that Ayako might have disappeared.

The house was neatly tidy. The food prepared for her and her husband's return was untouched in the kitchen. Ichida hurriedly checked the room but found nothing unusual. Could his wife have gone to see her relatives or friends?! He changed his clothes. His handbag was gone. How long had Ayako been gone?

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it alone.

He racked his brains, searching his memory for any possible reason for his wife's disappearance. He dismissed all possibilities. He also wondered if Ayako had found someone else. His wife was just 30 this year, and her stunning beauty and graceful movements were captivating. Ichida was always proud to have married Ayako. If Ayako had such thoughts, men would flock to her for love. Even if she had someone else, she wouldn't have disappeared so suddenly. Because Ayako loved him very much!

At 9:00 AM on April 9, 1994, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Kiyomachi Police Station received a report.

Kenichi Ichida, a reporter from the Asakura branch of the Yomiuri Shimbun, reported that his wife was missing.

Missing person: female, age 30. After the missing person's family members contacted each other and searched, they found no information about her and reported her missing to the police.

According to the person who reported the case, Kenichi Ichida, he had not seen his wife, Ayako Ichida, since returning home on the afternoon of September 7. Ichida, a correspondent, was dispatched to the Kyushu region on April 5, 1994. His wife saw him off at the train station, and there was nothing unusual about her. Before Ichida returned from his business trip on April 7, he called home three times, but no one answered. This was unusual because his wife had been able to contact him by phone. Before reporting the case to the police that morning, the police had already contacted all of Ichida's relatives and friends, but to no avail.

"In other words, you searched all the places your wife might have gone for almost two days before the 9th without finding any trace of her. Although the exact time of her disappearance cannot be determined yet, your wife saw you off at the station when you left on April 5, and she was fine at the time. Is that right, Mr. Ichida?" The police chief who received Ichida began to ask questions after listening to his report.

"Hmm... I already had a feeling something was wrong when she didn't call me!" Ichita muttered, as if speaking to the police officer but also to himself.

"Mr. Ichita, you can go home now. Please contact the police immediately if anything happens. That's all..." With that, the police chief reached across the desk to shake hands with Ichita goodbye.

A week passed quickly. Nothing progressed... "She can't just evaporate like steam, can she? But finding a woman in a city like Tokyo with tens of millions of people is incredibly difficult..." The police officer's words sounded like the helplessness of someone shirking responsibility, yet also like the anxiety of not finding any clues to solve the case.

April 21st. This was the twelfth day since Ichita Kenichi reported the case, and still no news. Not even the police showed any concern.

Ichita Kenichi locked himself tightly in his private residence in Chofu City. He gulped down bitter whiskey like sugar water.

Ichita locked himself in his house to wait for his wife to contact him. No. More accurately, he was waiting for the organization that had kidnapped his wife to make contact.

Occasionally, the phone would ring. Each time it rang, Kenichi's face tensed. His hand trembled as he held the phone. But it was never his wife, nor the organization that had kidnapped her. The calls mostly came from colleagues, seniors, or Ayako's family. People were worried about him.

Kenichi waited anxiously, his heart pounding. Images of

his wife's pale, delicate body being violated by lecherous men flashed before his eyes. She was stripped naked and tied to a pillar, several perverted men freely torturing her. Thinking about it, he felt a sharp pain in his cerebral cortex, as if someone were shaving him with a razor.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

He had to fight. He wanted those thugs to appear before him immediately, so he could fight them to the death.

He would kill, kill, kill all those thugs. He would never forgive those who had violated his wife. No matter what the law said. Kenichi wanted revenge.

Kenichi could only wait, brooding. He couldn't bear it.

"—Ayako, you must live!" Kenichi stared at the space and whispered.

(2)

Ichida Ayako was heartbroken and lay on the bed crying.

Her only hope for survival was nowhere to be found. She had become the lustful tool and vessel of the perverted lecher who had kidnapped her. Even after he had endlessly ravaged her body, he not only showed no intention of forgiving her, but his lust only burned brighter.

Ayako sighed in her heart—her life might end like this.

Under the control of that demon, she looked listless. Her uterus, vagina, and even anus were sticky with his semen that had violated her. Her body had been violated by that guy dozens of times. She just wanted to run into the bathroom and wash herself properly.

In the darkness, her husband's face and the vivid images of her relatives and friends kept appearing before her eyes.

Seeing that Ayako remained drowsy, the man scooped a ladle of cold water from the kitchen and forcefully splashed it on her face.

Stimulated by the cold water, Ayako began to wake up.

"You, get up!" the man roared, staring menacingly at Ayako's face. By this time, the room was beginning to brighten.

Ayako opened her eyes. Thinking about what had happened, she knew there was no hope of being let go. This guy was a complete and utter psychopath.

However, the man in front of her was very tall, his face and clothes were filthy, and his expression was ferocious.

"What do you want me to do?" Ayako cried out.

The man jumped up and grabbed Ayako.

"Shut up! If you howl again, I'll kill you right now!"

Ayako was terrified, her body trembling as he held her, desperately trying to stifle her sobs.

Ayako dared not look at his face. The man growled again, "You filthy woman, go get me some food right now!" His hot breath hit Ayako's face. He released her.

Ayako was terrified. It seemed this man wasn't planning to kill her immediately.

Ayako gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said to the devil, "Make... whatever you want to eat, you should at least allow me to put on some clothes, right?" She glanced upwards, observing his expression.

"Hmm, putting on clothes? Madam! Ever since you became my prey, you've had neither the right nor the need to wear clothes, because I need to use your body at any time, and taking them off is too much trouble! That way, I can easily dismember you when I kill you!" The man showed no sign of agreeing with her.

Ayako was at her wit's end. Her heart pounded. Reluctantly, she got up and walked naked to the kitchen.

"But, madam, you can put on a kimono for now. Go get it from the closet yourself! It'll save me from smelling like cooking oil when I lick your body later," he said behind her, as if he'd suddenly changed his mind.

Ayako had no idea what would happen next.

About an hour later, after the man had eaten the food Ayako had prepared for him, he slowly sipped the drink she had prepared for him. He began questioning Ayako about her family and her situation. Facing this man who was much taller and stronger than her, she answered his questions.

Intimidated by his threats, Ayako was forced to truthfully recount her family situation.

After a while, the man stood up and stretched behind the table.

During their conversation, Ayako learned that the man's name was Numata Hirohide. He was from Yokohama and was 40 years old. Although his sex life with his wife was harmonious, it always felt lacking in passion. One day, the couple watched a pornographic film called "The Rape of Women," a film depicting a perverted couple who conspired to kidnap innocent women to satisfy their twisted lust. They decided to stage their own unspeakable, yet incredibly pleasurable, game of kidnapping someone else's wife, just like in the movie. Ayako became the first woman they successfully kidnapped. He didn't tell Ayako why his wife wasn't present. She didn't dare ask him.

Ayako watched the actions of this man, whose name she had just learned was Numata Hirohide, and was terrified.

At that moment, Numata stood in the center of the room, staring down at Ayako, who was curled up in a kimono, and lewdly said,

"Now, please accompany me to the bedroom to rest, madam."

The sexually voracious Numata would no longer let any woman who fell into his grasp escape.

Numata walked up to Ayako, grabbed her kimono with one hand, lifted it up, and forcefully squeezed her body with his other hand. He then shoved her into the bedroom. He had already climaxed on Ayako twice before dinner, and now he wanted her again. This incredibly energetic man was practically a lecherous monster.

The bedroom was a mess when he got up. Beside the bed, which reeked of human body odor, Numata ordered Ayako to strip naked.

He also stripped off his own clothes and lay back on the tatami mat. The tall Numata, sprawled on the tatami, looked like a mountain of flesh, almost completely covering the sleeping area. He watched Ayako slowly untying her kimono and urged,

"Hey, hurry up."

Clearly, Ayako in her kimono held a certain allure for him; his breathing quickened.

Ayako was both anxious and ashamed. She dared not disobey this man's command; he was stubborn and vicious. Refusing or resisting his demands would lead to even more terrible consequences.

"Where is my husband right now?!" For some reason, Ayako thought of her husband again, and her heart was breaking.

She slowly took off her kimono, revealing her breasts and genitals. Ayako blushed with shame.

"Take it all off, and stick your ass out."

Numata leaned forward, looking at Ayako's round buttocks and commanding.

His lower body was already getting hot and hard.

Ayako turned her back to him, lowered her head, and took off her bra, throwing it at her feet. She then bent down and took off the pink panties she had just put on while cooking. After taking them off, she squatted at his feet, feeling so humiliated that she couldn't lift her head.

Numata leaned forward, put his left foot under Ayako's buttocks, and used his toes to push against Ayako's lower body, shouting:

"Bastard, get on top of me now." He wanted Ayako to lie on top of him and stimulate each other with their mouths.

Ayako, feeling utterly hopeless, was forced to lie on top of him. Numata grabbed Ayako's pink buttocks and pressed his face against them. His tongue began to lick and suck between her buttocks.

Ayako felt a pat on the back from his hand, urging her to hurry. She saw that the man's penis, even when flaccid, was about five inches long and filthy. Helpless, she grasped it with her hand and took it into her mouth.

At first, Ayako felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but she dared not stop, only suppressing the nausea and continuing to masturbate. The penis began to erect, and soon became hard. The swollen glans filled Ayako's mouth completely, the thick, hard penis standing upright like a stick.

"So thick!" Ayako thought in horror.

Compared to her husband's, this man's was twice as thick and long!

Ayako licked the glans with her mouth and rubbed the penis with her hand.

Numata repeatedly licked Ayako's anus. Her anus, perineum, and vaginal opening were covered in his saliva and drool. His face was flushed, and he was panting heavily, looking extremely hungry.

Judging from the constant "tsk tsk" sounds coming from his mouth, Ayako clearly sensed that he was a complete sadist. His sounds made her feel like he was about to suffocate and faint.

Ayako's lower body felt tingly and itchy from the man's licking. And the penis in her mouth seemed to be getting thicker and larger.

Ayako involuntarily began to moan.

She gripped the penis more tightly with her hand, and her buttocks began to twist.

"Ah...ah..." Ayako gasped excitedly from her throat.

Her vagina began to flow with vaginal fluid. The man's tongue pressed even harder.

He licked all the vaginal fluid flowing from Ayako's vagina into his mouth.

Ayako's buttocks shook violently, and her anus contracted and relaxed.

Numata spread Ayako's buttocks open with his hands, curled his tongue, and pushed it into her anus. A sudden itch made Ayako cry out, "Ah!" Her

erect penis was painfully swollen; the woman's mouth could no longer satisfy it. Numata stopped sucking and had the woman turn her back to him, then sit on top of him. Ayako grasped the enormous penis in her hand, positioned it against her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down.

With a "whoosh," it went in. Numata gasped in pleasure.

Ayako felt a painful swelling in her lower body. But she still began to move up and down.

Ayako first moaned, "Oh... ah... ah."

The fullness in her lower body gave her immense sexual satisfaction. She had forgotten the threat.

"Oh..." Numata lay on the tatami mat, his head starting to sway.

"Ah... ah... ah..." Ayako raised her head, moaning loudly.

Numata pressed his hands on Ayako's buttocks, helping her push. Because of the woman-on-top position, his buttocks could easily swallow the entire penis when he thrust down. Numata excitedly cried out, "Ah, ah!"

Ayako's vaginal fluids soaked Numata's pubic hair, but she continued to move desperately. Actually, Ayako, being physically healthy and just entering her prime, usually had a strong sex drive. Before her kidnapping, she needed her husband to have sex with her twice every night to satisfy her, but he would usually ejaculate halfway through the second time. She used to blame him for being useless!

"Oh...crunch..." Ayako's moans sounded like crying.

Numata's penis moved in and out of Ayako's vagina, her legs stretched taut. This position, where the woman took the initiative, was making him almost unable to hold back. He gasped for breath, trying his best to avoid ejaculating.

"...You're really something...ah...such skill...truly worthy of being...a woman from Tokyo...ah..." Numata praised Ayako sincerely.

Ayako continued to writhe her hips frantically, her breasts swaying wildly.

"Oh...oh...ah..."

Ayako was so excited she was almost frantic. Her husband had never lasted this long before. She was passionately enjoying the thick penis thrusting into her vagina.

"...ah...ah..."

Ayako finally reached orgasm. An unprecedented pleasure almost made her faint.

Ayako collapsed like a wounded beast.

Numata breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, the woman on top of him gave in first. His

still-impressive penis slid out of her vagina. Numata stood up and made the woman's body lie face down on the tatami. Then, he lifted her left leg and wrapped it behind his back, making her body lie on her side. Then, he inserted his thick penis into the woman's vaginal opening.

Ayako lay on her side on the tatami mat, utterly limp, her left leg raised, leaving her vagina wide open.

Numata began to slowly thrust in and out of Ayako's vagina, his mouth agape as he regulated his breathing. With each thrust, he plunged his penis to its deepest point.

After a few thrusts, Ayako's vagina had become dry. Ignoring this, Numata increased the speed of his thrusts.

Without the lubrication of vaginal fluid, Ayako felt a warm sensation inside her vagina. After a while, it turned into a burning sensation.

Numata thrust and pounded relentlessly. Ayako's legs were spread even wider.

"Oh...oh..." Numata breathed heavily against Ayako's neck. His penis was gripped tightly by her dry vagina.

"...Please...don't...I..."

Ayako's vagina burned from the large penis inside her. Waves of burning pain shot through her. She begged Numata to stop.

Numata continued thrusting inside her vagina, ignoring Ayako's desperate struggle.

Ayako's body convulsed in pain. Sweat poured down her face.

Just as Ayako was about to faint from the agony, Numata pressed his lower abdomen against her buttocks and remained still. His glans throbbed violently inside her vagina, and he ejaculated.

"...Ah..." Numata let out a long groan.

Afterwards, Numata tied up the naked Ayako again and gagged her with her underwear.

Then, he pulled a towel over himself and went to sleep.

[The End]

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