Wife Anal Abuse

Jiang Mei's heart leaped with girlish joy.
Her husband, an engineer at a steel company, had been sent to assist in the development of Chinese technology and had been alone in Central Africa for two years.
Now she could see him soon; the thought of him filled her with uncontrollable happiness.
There were over fifty Japanese people working there with her husband, and the company had finally agreed to allow the family to reunite.
The jet airliner was very comfortable, and even the noisy children began to sleep.
The once full cabin had become less crowded after Bangkok; there had been groups of passengers boarding in Bangkok, but only two men had boarded.
In the middle of the night, everyone had dimmed the lights, and most passengers were asleep.
Aside from the unease of not having many Japanese people on the plane, Jiang Mei was filled with the joy of seeing her husband and couldn't sleep.
"Excuse me, where are you going?" she suddenly heard a man's voice. Jiang Mei turned around.
It was probably one of the two men who had boarded mid-flight; a large man smiled.
"Excuse me, I felt uneasy seeing so few Japanese people, so I wanted to greet you." The man made a gesture of scratching his head while smiling.
“I’m going to Central Africa. It’s my first time going abroad… and I’m feeling uneasy.” Jiang Mei smiled kindly.
“May I sit next to you? My name is Ishiguro.” Ishiguro sat down next to Jiang Mei.
“Are you alone?”
“No, my child came with me. We’re going to my husband’s place.” Jiang Mei looked excited.
“Oh! So you haven’t seen your husband for years, hehehe, you must be unable to bear it.”
Jiang Mei looked at Ishiguro with surprise.
“I mean, with a body like yours and away from your husband, your sexual desire must be unsatisfied. I see you have a very beautiful butt, I’ll satisfy your sexual desire!” Ishiguro’s tone completely changed, and his eyes revealed a lewd glint.
Jiang Mei’s face changed drastically.
“What did you say… um…” Before she could finish speaking, Ishiguro’s accomplice, who had secretly come up behind her, covered her mouth with his hand.
When Jiang Mei tried to pull away, her hand was grabbed instead.
"Don't let her scream. Kawabe! Hold her tight."
"Ugh..."
(Help... Jiang Mei screamed desperately, but her mouth was pressed down by the man named Kawabe, and only a soft groan escaped her lips.
She never dreamed that she would be attacked by thugs in a place like this, and Jiang Mei felt extremely panicked.
"Let's get this over with quickly." Ishiguro was fat, but his movements were surprisingly agile, straddling Jiang Mei's legs.
"Ugh..." Trying to push away the man's struggling thighs only made Ishiguro feel sexy.
A sharp dagger appeared in Ishiguro's hand, the blade pressed against Jiang Mei's neck, the cold metallic feel making Jiang Mei shrink back.
"If you move, I'll use this thing." Ishiguro's threatening tone made Jiang Mei feel desperate.
Ishiguro held the dagger in one hand and unbuttoned Jiang Mei's clothes with the other.
"Ugh..." Jiang Mei tilted her head back, unbuttoning her top to reveal her bra.
The dagger slipped between her breasts, instantly splitting it in two, exposing the mature woman's breasts. Her
trembling breasts, humiliated, possessed an indescribable charm.
The dagger was placed on her nipples to control Jiang Mei's resistance. Shi Hei slightly raised his buttocks, reaching up to pull her skirt.
"Ugh..." Shi Hei seemed to enjoy hearing Jiang Mei's moans, forcefully pulling her skirt up to her waist, revealing her pure white panties through her sheer stockings.
"Hehehe, these panties are so cute!" Shi Hei chuckled sinisterly, the tip of the knife sliding along the edge of the panties, pulling them up together with the stockings, then slicing them off with the dagger, leaving only a piece of cloth—the bra and panties—falling to the ground. "
Ugh...ugh..." The fear of being raped outweighed the shame; Jiang Mei struggled desperately.
"Just as I thought, her body is really nice." Shi Hei's eyes were fixed on the glossy black pubic hair at the base of her full thighs.
“Ishiguro, stop staring and hurry up! The flight attendant will be on patrol in thirty minutes.” Kawabe, who was controlling Jiang Mei’s mouth and head with both hands, said with a grin from behind.
The way Jiang Mei twisted and struggled with her voluptuous body only fueled Ishiguro’s desire.
“This woman is quite shrewish. It’s rare to find a woman worth having.”
“Ugh… ugh…”
Ishiguro pulled one of Jiang Mei’s legs out from under his buttocks, lifted it up and carried it on his shoulder. Jiang Mei began to sway her voluptuous body.
(He’s going to rape me… Help… Jiang Mei’s body was swaying back and forth.
At this moment, Ishiguro lifted the other leg and immediately thrust in.
There was no foreplay, no caresses.
“Ugh… ah…” Jiang Mei let out a louder moan, and her thighs and buttocks began to convulse.
(Ah...husband...forgive me...) Jiang Mei's mind conjured up the image of her husband.
For the past two years, she had only thought of her beloved husband every day, without engaging in any improper behavior.
She never expected that just as she was about to see him... Ishiguro seemed to sense Jiang Mei's feelings and thrust even more cruelly.
Controlling Jiang Mei's legs with his arms, Ishiguro's hands caressed her breasts, roughly kneading them.
Her bent body continued to twist, her legs, lifted by Ishiguro, kicked in the air, but to no avail.
"Ugh..."
(Ah...come save me, don't do this...) Jiang Mei felt her senses begin to itch from Ishiguro's violent movements, further increasing her sense of embarrassment. She hadn't seen her husband for two years, and it seemed she wanted to make up for those two years of emptiness; her body reacted against her will.
(How could this be...no...) Jiang Mei's resistance quickly weakened.
"It's been a long time since I've had sex with a Japanese woman; she's still the best." Ishiguro was surprised by Jiang Mei's sensitive reaction.
It seemed the mucous membrane inside her vagina was trying to suck his penis deeper.
“Excellent. Such a woman is rare.” Kawabe seemed unable to resist pressing his lips to Jiang Mei’s neck from behind.
“Her reaction is so intense because she’s been away from her husband for so long. No wonder, she has such a great body.” Ishiguro whispered in Jiang Mei’s ear, while increasing the force of his thrusts.
Jiang Mei tilted her head back and let out a groan; Ishiguro’s movements resembled a track and field athlete’s final sprint.
(Ah… I’m so ashamed of this kind of man…) Jiang Mei, driven to this state, let out a sexy moan, sinking into the quagmire of sensuality.
The feeling of something hard penetrating deeply reminded Jiang Mei of her husband two years ago.
That night, her husband seemed reluctant to leave Jiang Mei, making very intense demands. Just recalling it made Jiang Mei feel an itch in her body; she had never forgotten that night in the past two years.
But now, being raped by two thugs, the itch deep inside her was the same as that night, even more intense.
Was it just because she hadn’t had sex with her husband for two years that her body reacted so sensitively…? Jiang Mei felt sorry for her body’s instincts.
When the men each violated her twice, and it was all over, Jiang Mei seemed to have lost her mind, staring blankly at the top of the cabin.
"You tasted amazing. You seemed to be suppressing your libido, you looked so happy just now, but it was a bit too intense."
"You can't blame her, because her body is so mature. This trip must have been wonderful."
Ishiguro and Kawabe exchanged a satisfied glance and laughed.
"You can tell the flight attendant or the police, it will definitely become a world news story, the newspapers will publish 'Beautiful young woman gang-raped on a plane. Are the passengers still safe?' Hehehe, I wonder what kind of expression your husband will make when he finds out."
"If it goes to court, they will talk about how you were raped and how you had a sexual reaction. Even when we were penetrating you, you were happily wiggling your ass."
Jiang Mei looked at Ishiguro nervously, her beautiful eyes almost filled with tears.
"You are all beasts." Although she said that, the fact that her body had a strong reaction when they raped her could not be eliminated, and Jiang Mei lowered her head and began to cry.
"You can't escape from our grasp."
"We are so lucky to have met such a good woman."
Hearing Jiang Mei's sobs, the men laughed happily.
The journey of love, which was supposed to lead to her husband, suddenly turned into a journey of sorrow and shame.
Two men had already occupied the seats behind Jiang Mei, and whenever they had the chance, they would reach out and touch her body.
Pretending to talk to Jiang Mei, they would sit down next to her and reach under her skirt
, which had no underwear, to touch her. Jiang Mei felt panicked; the air coming in from under her skirt made her constantly think about having to put on underwear... Although she thought this, her change of clothes were in her checked luggage, so she couldn't put on underwear until she reached her destination.
Perhaps because there were no other Japanese people on the plane, Jiang Mei's son, Zhengzhi, was getting along well with the two men, unaware that his mother had fallen into a hell of humiliation, and happily sat on Ishiguro's lap playing with his penis.
Ishiguro was very gentle with the child, making Jiang Mei feel as if she were seeing the split personality of a pervert.
"Little brother! It's a desert down there, all sand."
Upon hearing this, Zhengzhi immediately looked down from the plane window, where the desert appeared light red under the rising sun.
"Mommy, it's all sand down there!" Masashi shouted excitedly to Jiang Mei, who was sitting in the back seat, as he saw the desert for the first time.
Jiang Mei smiled and nodded at her son, but she couldn't speak because Kawabe's hand was inside her skirt, touching her thigh.
"Don't do that!" Jiang Mei pressed Kawabe's hand down from under her skirt.
The caterpillar-like sensation was unbearable.
"I'm going to scream!"
"Do you dare scream? You didn't even dare tell me about being gang-raped last night. Now that the child is talking to you, stand up and answer!" Kawabe pinched Jiang Mei's thigh and then smiled smugly.
Jiang Mei knew Kawabe wanted to touch her buttocks, but she could only stand up, bend over and lean against the seat in front of her, looking at her child.
"Masashi, where's the desert?"
"Mommy, look! There's only sand, nothing else."
Jiang Mei stroked her child's head, clenching her teeth and desperately trying to suppress the scream that was about to come out, because Kawabe's hand was inside her skirt, moving from her thigh to her plump buttocks, his fingers sliding along the cleft.
"Don't...you're a beast!" Jiang Mei pleaded in a low voice, afraid others would hear.
The obscene sensation of the man's hands caressing her buttocks caused the muscles below Jiang Mei's waist to tighten violently.
Kawabe's fat hands clung tightly to her buttocks like leeches.
Jiang Mei's body trembled when her buttocks were rubbed.
"Ugh..." Jiang Mei bit her teeth to keep from making a sound, her buttocks involuntarily twisting from side to side.
"Please, don't..."
"Hehehe, you say no, but your body is demanding. See, your body is happy like this." Kawabe's fingers entered her buttocks, moving in and out.
Her garden, ravaged last night, was already wet, making Kawabe even happier.
"Ah...like that...ugh..." Jiang Mei could no longer control her body, as if she wanted to fill the void of two years in one go.
Once the body is ablaze, it cannot be still. Just being raped last night, her body has such a sensitive reaction.
Kawabe felt his fingers touching the honey, observing Jiang Mei's face as he pushed his fingers deeper.
Jiang Mei suddenly felt Kawabe's fingers leave the garden and enter her buttocks, touching a place she never dreamed of. "Ah...ah..." Jiang Mei couldn't help but scream.
Thinking it was just her excretory organs being touched, Jiang Mei panicked. The other passengers turned to look at Jiang Mei, but seeing her standing up and holding her child's hand, they assumed it was a joke and returned to normal.
At this moment, Kawabe was also startled, a bitter smile on his face, thinking to himself that the stimulation was probably too intense.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" the child looked back, seemingly worried.
"Nothing, just amazed by the desert," Jiang Mei managed to say, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Kawabe simply withdrew his fingers when Jiang Mei screamed, then continued to stroke her anus.
Jiang Mei closed her eyes, desperately trying to endure it, her lower body trembling uncontrollably, goosebumps rising all over her body.
"Hehehe, I thought you were going to tell me about being gang-raped. Hehe, but your asshole is really nice." Kawabe's fingers continued stroking her anus.
"Spare me...no more..." Jiang Mei said in a voice almost crying.
"Hehe, quite soft, I can't take it, great." Kawabe proudly tried to insert his fingertip.
"Ah...no..." Jiang Mei couldn't bear it and sat back down.
Her whole body stiffened, instinctively shrinking back.
Jiang Mei's body suddenly landed on Kawabe's hand, forcing him to quickly move away.
"Sit down wherever you want, I'll give you a good beating later." Kawabe said unhappily, having to stop playing with her anus.
"Kawabe, don't be too rough in broad daylight." Ishiguro turned to look at Kawabe and said.
"Little brother, go play with your uncle in the back now. I need to talk to your mother."
Ishiguro put Masashi on Kawabe's lap, then pulled Jiang Mei's hand: "Sit next to me, it's my turn to pamper you." Jiang Mei finally
broke free from the men's hands at Cairo Airport in Egypt.
She had to change planes here, taking off at nine o'clock that night.
During this time, Jiang Mei spent her time in the airport hotel lobby without seeing those two terrifying men.
(The nightmare is over, forget it! Jiang Mei kept telling herself this, but tears kept flowing.
Suddenly, Jiang Mei realized her son, who had been sitting beside her, was gone.
"Zhengzhi! Zhengzhi!" Jiang Mei frantically searched for her son.
"Mommy! Mommy..."
Jiang Mei only felt relieved when she saw her son running happily towards her.
"Zhengzhi, where did you go?"
"He bought me this." Zhengzhi happily held up the camel doll in his hand.
"Who bought it for you?" An uneasy look appeared in Jiang Mei's eyes.
"It was that uncle named Shi Hei."
Jiang Mei's face immediately drained of color.
(How could this be... those men should have gotten off the plane in Cairo, not here...) "Zhengzhi, you can't just take other people's things. Is it really that uncle?"
Jiang Mei looked incredulous. Hearing that it was bought by Ishiguro, she felt unhappy and tried to take the doll from her son.
"It's rare for my little brother to be happy, how can you take it away?"
Suddenly hearing Ishiguro say behind her, Jiang Mei turned around and saw the terrifying Ishiguro and Kawabe.
"You... how could you be here?" Jiang Mei's lips trembled with intense fear.
"Hehehe! I won't let you off so easily."
"Now I'm going to accompany you to Central Africa, we're going to Lake Victoria." The man also lowered his voice.
Jiang Mei's legs trembled, and she could hardly stand.
Ishiguro came over and gently hugged Jiang Mei, saying, "I've also prepared a gift for you."
"A gift..."
"Yes, something perfectly suited to your body, you'll definitely be very happy." Ishiguro revealed a cruel sneer, taking out a ball with a stick-like object from his pocket: "Do you know what this is?"
It was obvious without asking that it was a kind of lewd instrument.
"..."
“Hehehe! It’s an enema device. You don’t see these in Japan, but they’re common here.”
Ishiguro pressed down on the bulb-like part, about the size of a 100-watt light bulb, and expelled air from the eight-centimeter-long nozzle.
Emmy felt a chill; a terrible premonition made her legs tremble.
(Why give me an enema device… Could it be… Ah… No…) “I don’t want that kind of enema device.” Emmy’s face was already ashen.
“You can tell, can’t you! Insert this nozzle into your anus and squeeze the liquid from the bulb in. Isn’t this a perfect gift for your plump buttocks?” Ishiguro said, stroking Emmy’s buttocks from under her skirt.
“You dare do that… You beast…” Emmy’s lips trembled.
“I’ve told you many times, you can call the police anytime. Because you’re the one who’s embarrassed.
Hehehe! With this tonight, you’ll be very happy.” Ishiguro said, continuing to stroke Emmy’s buttocks.
"You're not human!"
But a woman's instincts are truly pathetic; the buttocks being constantly touched, completely contrary to her expectations, have already generated a burning, itchy sensation.
Jiang Mei's plane was flying from Cairo to South Africa, heading towards central Africa through the night sky.
Jiang Mei looked around anxiously; some passengers had already begun to sleep.
It was already ten o'clock, and Jiang Mei prayed in her heart that time would stop.
Because after 1 PM, the man sitting in the back seat would begin his actions.
Thinking of this, Jiang Mei felt terrified.
Jiang Mei's mind flashed back to the terrifying enema device that Ishiguro had shown her. Countless times she wanted to ask the passing flight attendant for help, but each time she thought of how heartbroken her husband would be, Jiang Mei did not take action.
(Ah... please, no enema...) Jiang Mei gripped the hand of the child who was sleeping while hugging a camel doll, desperately trying to overcome the fear in her heart.
(Husband... come save me...) Jiang Mei was terrified of her sensitive body, because she would react to humiliation.
She felt a thousand reasons not to, but the intense sensuality made her feel as if it weren't her own body. Jiang Mei cried and kept calling her husband's name.
Some time had passed since the cabin lights went out.
[Wife's Anal Torture Diary] 2
"Jiang Mei... Jiang Mei..."
Jiang Mei heard a low male voice. Turning around, she saw Kawabe smiling and reaching out to her. Jiang Mei's body immediately tensed.
(Ah... save me... give me courage...) Jiang Mei closed her eyes tightly, pleading with her husband for help.
"You won't listen?" Ishiguro seemed impatient, forcefully grabbing Jiang Mei's arm and pulling her to the seat closest to the window in his row, making her sit down.
"Are you ready? Hehehe!"
Ishiguro reclined the seat back, startling Jiang Mei so much she almost screamed.
"Please... spare me..." Jiang Mei looked at Shi Hei with pleading eyes, hoping he wouldn't do anything lewd.
Jiang Mei's appearance shocked Shi Hei.
Because that kind of look was even more irritating, like adding fuel to a man's lust.
The flight attendant who came out to patrol on time glanced at Jiang Mei, smiled and nodded.
In her eyes, they were probably a couple in love.
"What are you going to do..." Jiang Mei shook her head weakly, as if she knew what fate awaited her.
After the flight attendant walked away, the two men began to act with practiced movements.
There were forty minutes until the next patrol, and everything had to be completed within forty minutes.
"Ah! What are you going to do!"
Jiang Mei's hands were twisted behind her back, and metal handcuffs were on her wrists.
"Tonight's work is a bit tough, I'm afraid you'll move around."
Shi Hei pushed Jiang Mei's upper body back against the reclining chair back and immediately pulled up Jiang Mei's skirt.
"Ugh...no..." Her plump thighs kicked two or three times in the air, then bent and clamped together, as if trying to hide something, but Ishiguro held her feet firmly.
"If you want to scream, scream loudly. All the passengers will wake up and see you. They'll be even more surprised when they find out you've been gang-raped!" Kawabe said, leaning over from behind.
Jiang Mei's voice immediately softened: "Ah...please spare me..."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ishiguro used torn pantyhose to tie Jiang Mei's ankles, then handed the other end to Kawabe in the back seat. Kawabe began to pull up the pantyhose, while Ishiguro grabbed Jiang Mei's ankles and lifted them upwards.
"Ah...don't do this..." Jiang Mei shook her head and pleaded.
The position the men were about to make her assume was the same as the one last night.
As the pantyhose was pulled back, Jiang Mei's legs were raised, forming an inverted V-shape.
As if knowing that crying would only make the two men happier, Jiang Mei glared at Ishiguro with tearful eyes: "You treat women like this...you're not human...you're beasts!"
“Pornography knows no borders. If you're this stubborn now, you'll soon be crying with pleasure.”
Ishiguro kissed the inner thigh, slowly licking downwards.
At that moment, the door to Jiang Mei's garden opened with a “click,” and a flashlight shone.
In that instant, Jiang Mei's buttocks jerked violently.
“Don't look, don't look at that kind of place…” Jiang Mei began to frantically twist her buttocks.
“I can see so clearly, so fresh, so beautiful…”
Ishiguro's eyes were fixed on the wide-open garden.
Jiang Mei, perhaps desperately resisting the intense shame, squeezed out a moan from deep within her throat, her dark pubic hair trembling.
Ishiguro parted the pubic hair with his hand, touching the labia inside.
“Ah… ooh…” Jiang Mei screamed, her buttocks jerking again.
Ishiguro used his fingers to enjoy the trembling flesh, parting the garden's entrance to the left and right.
“Ah… don't do that…”
Ishiguro seemed to be examining the place he had violated, slowly stroking it.
"So you're already aroused, your juices are flowing." Ishiguro laughed.
"Don't say...don't say..." Jiang Mei was embarrassed. Her body was so sensitive, and the fact that he knew this secret made her a little flustered.
"So you really like this, hehehe!"
He rubbed his fingers against the inner walls of her vagina, pinching the pink bud that was peeking out.
"Ugh...ah..." The juices flowed out like a burst dam.
"This is wonderful, I've never seen anything like it. And both the color and the shape are excellent, it doesn't look like she's given birth." Ishiguro seemed to be mesmerized as he stroked her.
"Ishiguro, hurry up, I'm waiting!" Hearing Kawabe's urging voice, Ishiguro had to withdraw his hand.
"Alright, then let's start aiming at this place." He touched the cute chrysanthemum bud that was trembling with humiliation.
"No there...don't touch there..." Jiang Mei's cheeks were burning red.
The thought of being seen there filled her with intense shame: "Don't look...don't look..."
Her sensitive nerves reacted violently to the intense gaze, like being electrocuted.
Even her beloved husband had never seen her like this from the front, nor had he ever touched her.
"Your buttocks are so cute, it's irresistible."
A touch of his finger caused her anus to tighten. Jiang Mei remembered being teased by Kawabe yesterday, and goosebumps immediately rose on her body, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
But Jiang Mei hadn't yet realized that deep within this feeling, a tingling sensation of wanting a man's finger was beginning to sprout.
"The color is beautiful, and the shape of your buttocks is wonderful, it's absolutely gorgeous!" Ishiguro slowly rubbed the brown wrinkles that resembled a chrysanthemum bud.
"Ah...I'm so ashamed..." Jiang Mei desperately shook her flushed face, unable to open her eyes, her nostrils flaring.
Ishiguro felt the slight swelling of her chrysanthemum bud on his finger and couldn't help but swallow.
"That's about enough."
Ishiguro reached out, and Kawabe placed the enema in his palm.
There were about two hundred lumps in the rubber ball; it felt heavy in my palm.
"Now it's finally time for the enema." Ishiguro deliberately looked up to see Jiang Mei's expression.
"No! I don't want that!" Jiang Fu, whose eyes were tightly closed, immediately snapped back to reality upon hearing Ishiguro's words.
She slowly opened her eyes, her face turning ashen.
(In a place like this... an enema... I'd rather die than do this... "If you don't want it, just scream for help. Everyone will be happy to know you've been given an enema like this." Ishiguro stuck out his tongue and licked the mouthpiece of the enema device.
"Spare me... no enema... sob..." Jiang Mei let out a low sob, pressing her tear-stained cheeks against the back of the chair.
The thought of the thing slowly penetrating her, the eight-centimeter-long mouthpiece, slowly entering.
"No... ah... don't suck..."
Ishiguro's fingers began to flatten the rubber ball, the feeling even more terrifying than imagined, making Jiang Mei's buttocks tremble.
"How does the enema feel?"
Ishiguro rotated the penetrating mouthpiece, while continuing to press the rubber ball forcefully, Jiang Mei could feel the glycerin "squeaking" as it entered.
(Ah... it's in... no... no... "Sob... ah..." Jiang Mei let out a desperate sob: "Stop... spare me... no more..."
"It's only halfway in, Kawabe, I'll put the rest in for you." Ishiguro and Kawabe switched positions.)
"Ah...no..."
The tube was inserted deeply again.
However, Kawabe didn't immediately inject the enema fluid; he kept moving the tube in and out of her anus.
"Ugh...don't do this...hurry up and finish..."
"Hehehe! You seem quite satisfied, even urging me to hurry up."
Jiang Mei's folded body moved upwards: "No...it's so embarrassing..."
Kawabe started to exert force on his hands, and Jiang Mei immediately felt her stomach swell.
"Hehehe! Your expression is so sexy right now." Ishiguro said, looking at Jiang Mei.
"Ugh...hurry up and finish..."
"In the end, you swallowed it all anyway!" After completely injecting the enema fluid, Kawabe slowly pulled out the tube, letting out a lewd laugh.
"Ah...it's so uncomfortable! Let me go!"
The glycerin solution had completely entered her rectum, making Jiang Mei feel like her insides were about to burst.
Strong stool was about to burst through the opening.
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Jiang Mei became extremely tense, not within Ishiguro and Kawabe's line of sight.
Looking over nervously, she saw an Arab man grinning at her, probably from Cairo.
Jiang Mei had always felt someone watching her; now it was this Arab.
A sense of dread washed over her again; what if Ishiguro and the others forced her to do something shameful again…? Her whole body heated up.
Kawabe, probably tired, made a sound from the back seat.
But Ishiguro seemed to read Jiang Mei's mind, suddenly saying, "Don't make a sound, listen to me."
Jiang Mei's expression immediately tensed. "Please, spare me tonight…" she pleaded, her voice almost breaking into tears.
"Don't worry, it won't happen tonight." Jiang Mei
was surprised by the answer.
But someone like Ishiguro wouldn't let things go unpunished.
Ishiguro stroked Jiang Mei's buttocks and said, "But you have to do one thing." He
certainly wasn't the type to let Jiang Mei off easily.
"What do you want me to do..."
"Aren't there some Arabs watching you? They seem interested in you. You need to seduce him with your body, let him hug you."
Ishiguro's request almost made Jiang Mei faint.
To seduce a strange Arab man, a man with a terrifying appearance like a slave trader, and then be raped like a prostitute.
Jiang Mei weakly shook her head: "Please, don't make me do that kind of thing... I don't want to..."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, but you also need an enema tonight, right in front of him. Hehehe! Between seducing the Arab and the enema, you choose!"
“Then…” Jiang Mei couldn’t speak.
A powerful fear made her legs tremble; pleading again would only plunge her into a hell of shame.
Jiang Mei’s body had already experienced this firsthand, and despair made her hang her head helplessly.
“Which one do you choose? If you keep dragging this out, you’ll need an enema. Tonight, you’ll need to inject twice as much as last night.”
“No, I absolutely can’t have an enema…”
“Hehehe! If you don’t want an enema, then go and seduce me. Do as I say.”
“I know…” Jiang Mei couldn’t stop her body from trembling; her face was pale, and her cheeks were twitching.
(Only tonight, endure it... endure until tomorrow.
Until then, just pretend you're dead!)
Jiang Mei made a sorrowful decision.
"First, show your legs, naturally lift your skirt. Hey... that Arab will be happy to see your legs."
Jiang Mei closed her eyes tightly, sighed deeply, and did as Ishiguro said as if resigned to her fate.
She crossed her legs, and then, as if her skirt had moved naturally upwards, pulled the hem up to her thighs, immediately revealing her smooth thighs without trousers.
Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the Arab's hot gaze on her legs, and Jiang Mei felt hot all over.
"Good, that's it. Now pretend to take care of a sleeping child, turn your buttocks towards him. Then, just like naturally lifting your skirt, show your buttocks." Ishiguro's words mercilessly pierced Jiang Mei's heart.
"Spare me... I can't do that kind of thing."
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want an enema?" Ishiguro peeked the nozzle of the enema tube from between the chairs, pressed down the rubber bulb, and let the air spray onto Jiang Mei's face.
"Ah..." Jiang Mei let out a pitiful groan, twisting her hips and pulling up her skirt.
Jiang Mei knew that Ishiguro was also looking at her half-exposed, plump buttocks, which looked extremely lewd.
"That Arab man has his neck stretched out very long, and he even looks like he's about to drool. You can't blame him, because the buttocks he sees are so plump and beautiful."
Jiang Mei knew she was being seen, and she felt her buttocks begin to burn, and her garden began to wet.
(How could this be...) Jiang Mei was frightened by her oversensitivity to her body.
"Now turn towards that guy." Ishiguro said in a commanding tone.
Jiang Mei's body slowly turned towards the Arab man, her exposed thighs still trembling.
"Look at him, smile, smile erotically. Then slowly spread your legs, so he'll think you're seducing him and will immediately run over. You just obediently let him rape you, keep your thighs as wide open as possible."
"No... no... I'm so ashamed."
“If you don’t listen, I’ll use this enema device to make you taste something even more shameful.”
Ishiguro’s words made Jiang Mei give up resisting.
Jiang Mei raised her face, which was about to cry, and could only force an awkward smile. Her thighs slowly spread apart, the boldness of which surprised even Jiang Mei herself, as if it weren’t her own body.
Seeing the Arab man’s greedy gaze, honey overflowed from her garden, and a hot, itchy sensation surged up at the same time.
She desperately tried to control her sexual desire, but there was no way to do so. This was the sad instinct of a mature woman.
(How could this happen... No... No...) She desperately denied it in her mind, but the burning sensation in her body grew stronger and stronger.
The Arab man, knowing Jiang Mei wasn't wearing panties, showed a momentary look of surprise. Then, looking at Jiang Mei's face, and noticing her awkward smile and dazed gaze, he glanced around. Once he was sure the smile was directed at him, he stood up and walked towards her.
The Arab man picked Jiang Mei up, had her sit on his lap with her back to him, and immediately slipped his hand under her skirt, whispering in her ear.
Of course, Jiang Mei couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Ah...ah..." Jiang Mei could feel her flesh walls eagerly wrapping around the Arab man's body.
The Arab man's fingers inserted themselves and slowly moved within Jiang Mei's vagina.
Jiang Mei's mind was no longer filled with humiliation or shame; she simply let her body float in the waves of lust.
A few minutes later, for the first time, Jiang Mei, under the caress of a foreigner's fingers, frantically twisted her body and cried.
Stepping off the plane, a hot breeze immediately greeted her.
Walking down the plane, seeing her beloved husband standing by the customs window, Jiang Mei picked up her child and ran towards him without hesitation.
She hugged her husband tightly and immediately burst into tears.
"Jiang Mei, what's wrong?"
"Nothing...I'm just so happy to see you." Jiang Mei cried, hugging her husband even tighter as if to confirm.
"Don't be silly, I'm standing right here! I won't leave you again." Her husband, Toba, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from Jiang Mei's face, revealing a gentle smile.
Behind her husband, Jiang Mei saw Ishiguro with a lewd smile and the Arab man, and she began to tense up again.
(If Ishiguro were to walk towards her husband… Jiang Mei felt a surge of intense fear.
But Ishiguro was with the dozen or so black men who had come to greet them, and there was no sign of him approaching.
A short while later, he gave Jiang Mei a smile that seemed to have a special meaning, and then got into a car
and drove away with the other black men. Ishiguro, who had been so persistent, left without saying a word, which only made Jiang Mei more suspicious.
(How could Ishiguro just let Jiang Mei go like that? And why was that Arab man with Ishiguro?)
Jiang Mei pressed her face tightly against her husband's chest, as if that could dispel the unease in her heart.
(It's all over… As long as I endure… As long as I… that way, I won't hurt my beloved husband, and I can maintain a happy family…) Jiang Mei kept telling herself this.
The place her husband drove to was a bright, Western-style detached house with white walls on the shore of Lake Victoria, with a large green courtyard that looked like something out of a foreign movie.
“I think you’ll like it. A family of three plus the maid, isn’t that perfect?”
Jiang Mei hugged her husband, who spoke with a triumphant tone. “Darling, I’m so happy.”
Jiang Mei recalled the scene from earlier, and while showering, she meticulously washed her body as if trying to wash away Ishiguro’s humiliation.
(I can’t let my husband, who loves me so much, be sad… There’s only one way to make up for being raped: to love him even more than before.)
After making up her mind, Jiang Mei washed her body clean for her husband.
She wrapped a towel around her naked body, wanting to receive her husband’s love as soon as possible and erase the terrible memory.
However, the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, Jiang Mei was almost terrified.
The elderly maid lay on the carpet in the hallway, her face covered in blood.
“Waaah… Come quick… Darling!” Jiang Mei rushed into the bedroom without thinking, but an even more terrifying situation awaited her there.
“Ah…” Jiang Mei let out a sharp cry.
Seeing Ishiguro and Kawabe standing there grinning, Jiang Mei backed away, her legs trembling.
"So you went to take a shower. No wonder I didn't see you."
Seven or eight black men stood around Shi Hei, each holding a rifle.
There was blood on the butt of one of the rifles, probably from the maid who had just left.
"What are you doing..." Jiang Mei backed away against the wall.
"Judging from your appearance, you probably want to have some fun with your husband. Hehehe!" Kawabe chuckled lewdly.
Her husband, bound with rope, lay at Kawabe's feet.
"Ah... what did they do to you?"
Jiang Mei forgot she was only wearing a towel and tried to run over, but was immediately grabbed around the waist by Ishiguro.
"He was just knocked unconscious, he'll wake up soon." There was blood on her husband's forehead.
"Darling..." Jiang Mei desperately called out to her husband.
(Come save me, or I'll... I'll... Sure enough, they weren't the type to give up on Jiang Mei easily. (She'll definitely be humiliated again...) Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shout for her husband.
"Don't worry, your husband is safe as long as you're obedient. When you're disobedient, she'll be sleeping with that maid." Those were shocking words.
"And your son sleeping upstairs will also be sleeping with his father's lover, but he'll never wake up." Kawabe said, aiming a rifle at Jiang Mei's head.
"Ah... no... no!" Jiang Mei cried desperately.
"We had a really good time on the plane. I still remember how happy you were, crying.
Especially that ecstatic expression when you had an enema.
Hehehe!
Are you getting all hot from wanting an enema now? But you're really lewd, doing things like a prostitute with an Arab, and then acting like nothing happened and wanting to sleep with your husband."
"It seems like her ass is even sexier after having an enema."
[Wife's Anal Torture Diary] 3
Two men mocked Jiang Mei with lewd words.
The black men also stared wide-eyed at Jiang Mei, seemingly finding it strange.
Jiang Mei's cheeks immediately turned red, and from behind her, her fleshy, full buttocks could be seen.
"Your body is so stimulating!" Kawabe grabbed Jiang Mei's buttocks and rocked her back and forth.
"No...don't say such things." Jiang Mei screamed desperately, the events that happened on the plane replaying in her mind like a nightmare.
"What are you going to do to me now?"
"Don't play dumb, men only ask one thing of women."
Although she knew this, saying it so clearly still made Jiang Mei nervous.
(Just as she thought...) "If you want money...here you go...so stop bothering me." Jiang Mei knew it was useless, but she still pleaded.
"We have money, we want your body."
"..." Jiang Mei was speechless.
But after shaking her head violently, she immediately began to struggle and resist. Now, her only option was to escape; if she were to be further humiliated, she would have no face to see her husband.
Jiang Mei was even more afraid of her own sexual instincts. She had reacted so sensitively on the plane; if she were to be played with again, her body would unconsciously begin to react, and she would demand
things from Ishiguro and the others. That absolutely could not happen.
"At first, we just wanted to pass the time. But your body is too good; we're captivated. Hate your own body if you must!" Ishiguro sneered, punching Jiang Mei in the stomach, and her body immediately collapsed.
Ishiguro gently picked up the unconscious Jiang Mei and threw her onto the bed. Kawabe's fingers trembled with excitement as he grabbed the towel covering Jiang Mei's body.
He had already done this to a woman once, but she was as excited as the first time. The surrounding black men were also stunned with excitement.
He forcefully pulled down the towel, and the full, voluptuous body unique to a married woman was immediately revealed before them
. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, with pink nipples at their apex.
The beautiful curves from her full buttocks to her thighs were enough to arouse anyone who looked at them.
Ishiguro flipped Emmy's body over so she was lying face down, then pulled her hands apart and tied them to the bed railings.
Kawabe brought a small chair from the dressing table and placed it under Emmy's stomach, causing her to let out a low moan. Emmy
then adopted a position with her buttocks raised high, "Ugh... ugh..." The pain from being pressed against the chair brought Emmy back to consciousness. She slightly opened her eyes, trying to move her body, only to realize she was already bound. She opened her eyes wide in alarm.
"Ah... what are you doing..." Jiang Mei cried out in pain as she found herself naked and bound.
"Her body is so beautiful, especially her buttocks, it's indescribable."
Shi Hei slapped Jiang Mei's mound of flesh with his palm, leaving a red handprint.
Jiang Mei kicked her legs violently, but the black men chuckled and held her down.
"Don't do this... let me go..."
"I can let you go, but you know what we're going to do... it's better to keep her tied up."
Shi Hei stroked her buttocks, while the black men seemed to enjoy it as they stroked her snow-white thighs.
"Such beautiful buttocks, like a French woman's. Seeing buttocks like that, how can I not give her an enema?"
"What! An enema..." Jiang Mei cried out as Shi Hei rubbed her buttocks, fear and shame welling up inside her.
"No... no enema!" Jiang Mei shook her head and cried.
Recalling the enema she had received on the plane, Jiang Mei almost fainted.
The maddening sensation of the tube penetrating her anus, the goosebumps rising as the enema fluid was injected—all these memories were still vivid.
“Your ass gets hot just hearing about the enema. Hehehe!
Seems like your body is suited for enemas. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for you to have the enema, right in front of your husband.”
“No…no…” Jiang Mei cried out immediately upon hearing this.
“Hehehe, you’re so happy to cry just hearing about the enema? With this enema device, you’ll cry even more freely. Today, I’m going to train your body so you can’t forget about enemas.” Ishiguro laughed gleefully as he prepared the enema.
“Especially your expression during the enema is so sexy, I’m almost ejaculating.” Kawabe said as he and the black man spread Jiang Mei’s thighs apart.
“Spare me! No!
No enema…” Jiang Mei cried, writhing her snow-white body on the chair, her alluring mounds swaying from side to side with her cries.
“Her ass is unbearable.” Ishiguro slowly spread the two mounds apart.
“Ah…no…it’s too much…” Her anus was exposed.
“Don’t look…I can’t look…” Jiang Mei’s cries grew more and more intense.
"Hehehe! Your anus is so beautiful.
Are you clenching it like that because you're embarrassed? But it's about to open."
"It's rare to see a woman with such a beautiful anus." Kawabe said, looking at her. "You know what this is, right? It's a calligraphy brush. I'll use this to rub it on you." Kawabe waved a very thick calligraphy brush in front of Jiang Mei.
"Ah...no...please spare me..." Jiang Mei gritted her teeth, her cheeks swaying on the bed, as if snakes were crawling all over her body, as if she were being struck by electric current.
The tip of the brush moved in her buttocks, Jiang Mei frowned, her lips trembling, "Ugh..." Jiang Mei made a sound squeezed out from her throat.
"Is this okay?"
Kawabe rubbed the brush in his hand against her anus, and Jiang Mei's cries changed from wails to convulsive sobs: "Ah... have mercy on me..." she hummed like in a dream, twisting her buttocks.
"Ah..."
(No, it can't be sexy... Darling... Come save me...) Remembering the feeling on the plane, her entire lower body started to feel hot and itchy, and she couldn't help but twist her lower body.
Just then, her husband woke up, "Stop! What are you going to do to Jiang Mei!" He suddenly roared loudly, his eyes wide with anger.
"Do you still need to ask what we're going to do? Now we're going to pamper your wife's ass, hehehe..."
"Stop! Don't touch Jiang Mei!" He shook her bound body desperately.
"Ah... Darling... Ouch..." Hearing her husband's voice, Jiang Mei struggled frantically.
However, the brush in Kawabe's hand did not stop moving.
"Stop it... You can't treat Jiang Mei like this!"
"Ah... Darling..." Her husband's voice brought Jiang Mei back to reality, and she made a sound like she was vomiting blood, but the pain was almost overshadowed by the intense sensation brought by the brush.
Her anus, rubbed by the tip of the brush, felt like it was burning hot, "Ah..." Jiang Mei let out a cry that was hard to tell whether it was joy or pain.
"That's the advantage of a sensitive anus, it will react quickly. Hehehe..."
"Stop! I'll kill you all!" The husband's face convulsed with rage.
"You don't need to yell like that. Soon, your wife will be saying she wants to die, or that she should kill me!" Kawabe said with a laugh, while continuing to rub the pen tip against her anus to reduce the sphincter's resistance.
"You're not human! I'll definitely kill you."
Ishiguro punched Togashi unconscious and gagged him with a cloth.
"Hehehe, your wife is ours now. Now we're going to give her an enema, to train her to be inseparable from our bodies. Now you can see your wife getting an enema."
"Ugh..." Togashi's face showed anger, and he could only groan through his nose. Jiang Mei sobbed with her eyes tightly closed.
Ishiguro dragged Togashi to a position where he could see Jiang Mei's buttocks most clearly, then taped his eyelids so he couldn't close his eyes.
Before him were Jiang Mei's buttocks and thighs, which he hadn't seen for two years—the flesh he had truly loved.
Kawabe glanced at Togashi, a smug smile on his face, and used one hand to push around Jiang Mei's sphincter, trying to insert the pen tip.
"Ah...uh...come save me..." Jiang Mei cried out in pain.
Under Kawabe's manipulation, who was familiar with the weaknesses of a woman's body, Jiang Mei could only writhe her whole body, exuding sexiness.
"Ah...ah..."
"It seems you're getting aroused, and your anus is loose. You can start the enema."
Kawabe rubbed his fingertips on her slightly bulging anus.
"Ah...no...please." Jiang Mei cried out, twisting her buttocks.
Ishiguro brought over a huge glass enema syringe and whispered a few words in Jiang Mei's ear. Jiang Mei shook her head in refusal.
"Your husband's life depends entirely on you."
Hearing Ishiguro say this, Jiang Mei cried out, "Please...give me..."
"You have to speak louder." Ishiguro grabbed Jiang Mei's hair and shook it forcefully.
"Please...give me the enema..." Jiang Mei managed to say with great effort, but Ishiguro pulled Jiang Mei's face up and said, "Don't underestimate me. You have to speak correctly."
"Please... I, Jiang Mei, want an enema, I'm so itchy... so give me an enema tonight... quickly..." Jiang Mei finished speaking and cried loudly, but her cries were reminiscent of sexual pleasure.
Jiang Mei's husband, Hu Zhang, couldn't bear to watch and turned his face away, but a black man turned his face back to Jiang Mei.
At this moment, the enema tube was inserted into Jiang Mei's anus.
"Ah... ugh..." Jiang Mei screamed, a lament of surrender to Ishiguro.
[Wife's Anal Torture Diary] 4
Deep in the African jungle, at their campsite, Ishiguro lay in his jeep, a smug smile creeping across his face.
The police wouldn't come here; for Ishiguro, the unrest in Africa created many no-man's-land, the perfect hiding place.
Jiang Mei's cries of agony lingered in his ears, like beautiful music; closing his eyes, he could picture her beautiful body.
Last night, he had bound Jiang Mei, who had come to Africa to find her husband, and humiliated her in front of him.
Now this beautiful woman was in his grasp; he would never let her go, he would make her suffer even more humiliation.
Ishiguro slowly raised his head, seeing the red campfire, his companion Kawabe, and the black mercenaries.
Behind the campfire, presumably food was being prepared. Jiang Mei wore a white top and blue skirt, with tall boots; she looked beautiful.
But her hands were chained like a slave's.
"Kawabe, bring the woman here." Ishiguro sat up and said.
Hearing this voice, Jiang Mei immediately tensed.
Jiang Mei loathed Ishiguro, but no matter how much she resisted, her body was aroused and she had no choice but to submit.
Her body didn't obey her will, so it naturally reacted.
"You look good in that blue dress, like a prostitute, but it's not suitable for a wanton woman. Hehehe, let me alter it!"
Ishiguro took out a switchblade from his pocket, seemingly wanting to enjoy Jiang Mei's fear, and slowly cut off the buttons of her shirt one by one.
"No, please stop torturing me..." She knew it was useless to plead, but she couldn't help but beg.
At the same time, she didn't resist, because she couldn't.
Behind Ishiguro's jeep, her beloved husband and son were locked in an animal enclosure. This was only because Jiang Mei desperately begged Ishiguro; otherwise, he would have killed them both. So now, she couldn't anger him; she could only let him do as he pleased.
Her buttonless blouse was pulled open, immediately exposing her breasts because she wasn't allowed to wear underwear.
Ishiguro pulled the hem of the blouse out from under her skirt and tied it at her navel.
"Hehehe, that's much sexier now. I still need to alter the skirt."
Ishiguro squatted down in front of Jiang Mei and cut upwards from under the skirt, down to her thighs, then outwards in all directions.
This removed two-thirds of the skirt.
"Hehehe, you look better with your pretty thighs showing." Ishiguro, having turned the skirt into a mini-skirt, let out a lewd laugh.
"Adding horizontal slits to the skirt would make it even sexier," Kawabe said from the side.
“Okay! Also, comb your hair up high.”
Ishiguro cut a slit in Jiang Mei’s miniskirt.
At that moment, Jiang Mei felt Ishiguro’s fingers on her buttocks and had to wiggle her hips because Ishiguro wouldn’t allow her to wear panties.
Jiang Mei combed her hair up and secured it with hair clips. “This is so beautiful.” A glamorous sexiness emanated from Jiang Mei, causing the men to gasp.
Jiang Mei looked like a female leopard; no wonder Ishiguro was also surprised.

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