[Anal Sadism Club] (1-2) Author: kingpin

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Author: kingpin
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Chapter 1 The Shadow of the Hunt!
(1)
On a sunny day, it was Yuriko's daily routine to take Yumi to play on the grass in the nearby park.
The spring sunshine brought a comfortable warmth. Mothers and children picnicking with their bento boxes spread out,
children chasing butterflies, old people sketching the scenery in the park, and young people sleeping in the sun... It was
a quiet afternoon.
When Yumi saw a white butterfly, she excitedly chased after it by herself. Yuriko looked at Yumi's happy face
and couldn't help but show a gratified expression.
The sound of hitting the ball came from the direction of the newly built tennis court, and Yuriko's gaze inadvertently
turned in that direction. Young people were running on the court, sweating profusely. It was a dazzling sight.
"How nostalgic."
Yuriko stood up and unconsciously imitated the swinging motion. The wind made her skirt
flutter.
Yuriko, whose time has become too tight due to caring for her child, has given up tennis for over three years
.
Although she's always wanted to start over, her child has always prevented her. Now, for Yuriko
, her child is the most important thing, and there's no time to let go.
"It's okay to play tennis occasionally; I can take care of Yumi,"
her husband says considerately, but she sometimes hopes to spend time with him on Sundays. Even without this
, her husband, who was recently promoted to deputy head of the publicity department during the spring personnel reshuffle, comes home very late every day
and frequently travels for work.
"If only there were a daycare center with a tennis court… Looks like I won't have time to play tennis lately
,"
Yuriko murmurs, looking towards the tennis court.
In that brief moment when she looks away, Yumi, chasing after white butterflies, trips and falls, bursting into tears.
Yuriko rushes to her child's side in a panic, brushing the grass off her dress and gently embracing her.
"It's okay. Look, the pain's flown away."
The child quickly stopped crying as she was hugged and teased against her cheek.
"What a good child, Yumi,"
Yuriko said, when suddenly she felt a sticky gaze around her thighs.
A man who looked like a salesman had appeared beside her, grinning and staring intently at
Yuriko. It was because of that gaze that Yuriko noticed her skirt had rolled up, exposing
a large expanse of her fair thighs. She must have squatted down to pick up the fallen child, and her skirt had been
pulled up at the same time.
"Ah..."
Yuriko panicked and straightened her skirt.
The man chuckled again, but it didn't sway Yuriko. She just glared at
him unhappily.
"It's about time to go home, Yumi?" she said , then turned and walked away with the child in her arms. But she could still feel 　　the man's burning gaze
around her buttocks . 　　"If you'd like, could we have a cup of tea together?" 　　a voice came from behind. 　　Yuriko glanced at the man, but ignored him and continued walking. The next moment, the man's 　　hand suddenly touched Yuriko's buttocks. 　　"What are you doing!" 　　Yuriko reflexively slapped the man across the face. 　　Startled, the man ran away in a panic. 　　"Little Yumi was startled, wasn't she? Spring is here, and there are more strange people, how annoying." 　　As she said this to the child, Yuriko started walking home. 　　On the way, she first bought groceries at the supermarket before going home. She retrieved a small package from her apartment mailbox 　　. 　　Although it was addressed to Yuriko, there was no sender's name on it. 　　"It's here again..." 　　Just to check the contents, Yuriko took the package home and quickly opened it. 　　Inside were enema capsules. This was the tenth time. Recently, a package addressed to Yuriko, 　　containing enema capsules, had been sent every day. 　　Yuriko frantically threw the package into the trash can. 　　(Who would do such a thing...what are they thinking?) 　　No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't understand. 　　And thinking about it this way, the men in the park were the same, constantly trying to flirt with the beautiful Yuriko 　　. She'd received prank calls before, and been casually touched in crowds. But 　　none of those men had ever given Yuriko this kind of sinister feeling. 　　She'd thought about telling her husband, but every time she saw him come home exhausted, she forgot 　　to bring it up. 　　"Don't worry about it too much. If you ignore it, it'll stop soon, Yumi. But 　　it's really annoying." 　　Yuriko talked to her child, gently rubbing her cheek against hers again. 　　Yumi, completely bewildered, smiled happily as her mother rubbed her cheek. Seeing her child's 　　innocent smile, Yuriko relaxed. 　　Just as she was considering what snacks to have for afternoon tea, her husband called. 　　"Yuriko, I'm sorry, I probably won't be home until 11 p.m. tonight. Also..." 　　Her husband seemed to want to say something, but stopped halfway through. 　　"What is it, darling?" 　　"Tonight, could you let Manager Sejima come over to stay the night?" 　　"No, no, darling!" 　　Yuriko cried out into the phone. 　　Ever since they met a few times at the company parties, Yuriko had disliked Sejima. Actually, he 　　hadn't done anything particularly unusual, but whenever he got close, Yuriko would inexplicably feel...

A sense of disgust arose from a physiological level.
"Darling, you know I hate that person, why are you letting him stay?"
"I know, Yuriko. But I have a meeting in Yokohama early tomorrow morning, so the department head said
it would be more convenient if he could stay overnight, and I can't refuse."
"Darling..."
Although she wanted to say absolutely not, she couldn't continue to object after her husband said that
.
As the head of the publicity department, Sejima was not only her husband's direct superior, but her grandfather was also the company president, and her father
was an important politician. Because of this, Sejima became the head of
publicity department at the young age of twenty-six.
Her husband, who had just become vice-minister, also carried a heavy burden, and Yuriko could
understand his hardship. Considering her husband's feelings working under a department head younger than herself, Yuriko
had no choice but to reluctantly restrain him.
"Don't do it again, okay?" "
I'm sorry, Yuriko. It might not be much of a compensation, but I have some good news to tell you.
I'll look forward to telling you when we get home."
After saying that, her husband hung up the phone.
Thinking about how Sejima was going to stay overnight, Yuriko felt a wave of gloom. Why did she dislike
Sejima so much? Yuriko didn't know herself. Just thinking about Sejima's hypocritical face made her feel unpleasant
.
Not only that, but today in the park, a strange man stared at her thighs and touched her buttocks, and she also
received a strange package. There were so many unpleasant things happening today.
Even her child's face lost its smile, and she seemed a little down.
"Mommy..."
Yumi's little hand tightly gripped Yuriko's skirt, who was still standing by the phone in a daze.
"I'm sorry, Yumi. I made you worry."
Yuriko picked up her child.
"Mommy is going to make pudding for Yumi now."
Yuriko composed herself and went to the kitchen.
Because she was going to make her favorite food, Yumi excitedly jumped around in the kitchen. Although only two
years old, she insisted on helping Yuriko.
"Oh, want to help Mommy, Yumi? Thank you."
A smile returned to Yuriko's beautiful face.
Time flew by, and after making the pudding, it was past afternoon snack time. After dinner and bathing the child
, it was already nine o'clock in the blink of an eye.
"It's so late already. You didn't take a nap because we were making pudding together, so you look very sleepy,
Yumi."
Yuriko quickly carried the drowsy child to the mattress and settled her down. The child quickly fell into a deep
sleep.
Then Yuriko made the sheets on the mattress in the guest room, preparing for Sejima's overnight stay. No matter
how much she disliked Sejima, she couldn't be too cold to her husband's boss.
After touching up her makeup and changing into a beige dress, Yuriko simply prepared some whiskey, as usual
.
(How annoying... But even if I hate it, there's nothing I can do...)
Yuriko muttered to herself.
Her husband was the first among his colleagues to become a deputy manager, largely because of Sejima's strong recommendation 　　.
For some reason, Sejima had a particular fondness 　　for her husband. But her husband didn't seem to like Sejima's type, so it seemed like it was just for business. "I've become so businesslike, just like you," Yuriko muttered to herself 　　as
she
prepared
snacks 　　to 　　go with 　　drinks
in 　　the kitchen. ********** ... The package was larger than the one she received that afternoon, and the receipt stated it contained a videotape 　　. 　　What kind of videotape could it be? Could it be from the same person as the package from noon… 　　? 　　Yuriko pondered as she opened the package. There was no note inside, only a 　　videotape without even a label. 　　As Yuriko walked towards the television with the videotape in her hand, the doorbell rang again. Yuriko had no choice 　　but to temporarily place the videotape next to the television and go to the door. 　　This time it was her husband. He was earlier than expected, and seemed to have drunk quite a bit. 　　Both her husband and Sejima were flushed. 　　"Hello, welcome in," 　　Yuriko forced a smile to greet Sejima. Sejima, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, had a 　　small mustache that gave him a fake look, and was still as annoying as ever. 　　"Isn't this Yuriko? She's still so dazzlingly beautiful. It's like encountering the summer 　　sun in the darkness." 　　He spoke in a glib, unpleasant 　　tone, completely unlike a twenty-six-year-old man. Sejima stared intently at Yuriko, stroking his rather hypocritical beard while 　　squinting behind his gold-rimmed glasses as if he'd seen something dazzling. 　　"Even the cherry blossoms outside pale in comparison to the beautiful Yuriko." 　　"I'm so glad to receive such praise," 　　Yuriko said, avoiding Sejima's gaze, and led the way to the living room. 　　Whiskey, ice, and mineral water were already laid out on the table, along with some simple snacks. 　　"Your home is quite nice, Kitazawa-kun." 　　"No, it's nothing special..."

"Your wife has excellent taste. The house where we stayed before, belonging to the deputy head of the sales department, was truly awful,"
Sejima remarked, admiring the furniture and decorations, then looked at Yuriko.
"Kitazawa-kun, have you told your wife about that matter yet?"
"Not in detail..."
"Then tell her quickly, she'll be very happy to hear it, Kitazawa-kun."
Yuriko listened quietly to Sejima and her husband's conversation, pouring a glass of whiskey with mineral water
into it.
Sejima addressed her older husband as "kun." Even as a department head, Sejima's arrogant attitude
was surprising.
"Yuriko, I have some good news for you. Starting tomorrow, you can play tennis anytime."
Yuriko couldn't immediately understand what her husband meant.
"Didn't I tell you the other day that a brand new members-only sports club opened around here?
The club president is a special member."
The club has an attached daycare center, so Yuriko could leave her child with them and go
play tennis without worry. Her husband said this.
"Although I asked a friend to get me a special membership card, I've been too busy with work
to use it. If Yuriko is willing, she can use it for me. I've already contacted the club,"
Sejima said proudly.
Her husband knew Yuriko always regretted not having time to play tennis, so he was
happy about it as if it were his own business.
Yuriko didn't know how to respond to her husband and Sejima's words. If it was the annoying
Sejima who introduced it, no matter how much she loved tennis, she wouldn't feel happy. However,
considering her husband's perspective, she couldn't refuse so hastily.
Yuriko first bowed and thanked Sejima.
"There's also a swimming pool for children, please make good use of it, Yuriko,"
Sejima said with a smile.
Using the excuse of preparing some snacks to go with the drinks, Yuriko returned to the kitchen. Staying in the same
room with Sejima was almost suffocating.
When Yuriko returned to the living room with some kimchi, salad, and a ham platter,
her husband and Sejima were already much more drunk in just about ten minutes. The whiskey in the bottle was less than
half empty.
Her husband, in particular, seemed especially intoxicated.
"Honey, you still have to entertain the department head... cheer up."
Yuriko tried to shake her husband awake, but he showed no sign of even sitting up.
"Kitazawa-kun has been pushing himself too hard lately. Don't worry about me, please
let him rest,"
Sejima said, continuing to sip his whiskey.
"Okay, then... darling, please cheer up."
"Do you need my help, Yuriko?"
"It's alright."
Yuriko staggered, supporting her husband's body, and walked towards the bedroom. She didn't want
Sejima to come into her bedroom.
But what was wrong with her husband? He had never been this drunk before.
It was as if he had taken sleeping pills; as soon as he lay down on the bed, he started snoring.
Next, she took Sejima back to the living room to lead him to the guest room. Compared to her husband, Sejima, although also drunk,
was still conscious.
"Yuriko, would you like to have a little drink with me?"
"But it's already so late..."
"I'm fine. With the beautiful Yuriko by my side, I'm happy to drink with you no matter how long it takes."
Sejima twirled his seemingly insincere beard with his fingers, revealing his teeth in a smile. Only
after agreeing to only drink one glass of watered-down whiskey did Yuriko agree to stay and drink with Sejima.
Although she didn't want to be alone with Sejima, she didn't know when he would go to
sleep if she didn't do this.
"Yuriko is so beautiful. Have you become more and more sexy lately?"
Sejima said, sipping his whiskey while staring intently at Yuriko.
"Ugh, what do you mean by sexy... I'm busy taking care of the kids every day."
Although she answered casually, a chill of disgust ran down Yuriko's spine. She
couldn't stand Sejima's gaze.
It was like a gaze that clung to her body, licking every inch of her skin.
"If Yuriko weren't married, I would never let the opportunity pass me by. No, even now, I
'm still thinking about Yuriko..."
"Please don't say that kind of thing."
Yuriko trembled. Sejima continued obsequiously.
"Please don't misunderstand me. Yuriko is older than me. What I said was just like
admiring an older sister."
Sejima smiled insincerely.
However, the look in Sejima's eyes when he looked at Yuriko wasn't the kind of admiration one might have for an older sister. From the moment
she stepped in, Yuriko was acutely aware that Sejima's lewd gaze was creeping over the bulge in her chest.
Furthermore, that gaze moved down her waist, along her thighs covered by her skirt, and then, clinging and crawling, to
her calves and ankles peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. Lost in the illusion of being spied on, Yuriko unconsciously
pressed her hands down on her skirt.
(Please don't look at me with such lewd eyes!)
Yuriko almost cried out involuntarily, feeling extremely uncomfortable under Sejima's lewd gaze.
"...The mattress is already made in the guest room..."
Suppressing her emotions, Yuriko casually suggested to Sejima that he should go to sleep. She no longer wanted to
be alone with him.
Sejima finished his drink in one gulp and handed the empty glass to Yuriko.
"Could I have just one more, Yuriko?"
"Didn't we agree on just one?"
"Haha, it's true we agreed to only have one drink with Yuriko. But giving me another one
before bed shouldn't break the agreement, right?"
Yuriko reluctantly accepted the glass and poured in whiskey.
However, there was no ice left. As Yuriko headed to the kitchen to get ice, she felt
Sejima's intense gaze around her buttocks. It was a lewd gaze, peeping at Yuriko's buttocks and body through her skirt.
A nauseating chill ran down her spine, and Yuriko quickened her pace and left the living room. Although Sejima was young,
his tone was strangely off, and his gaze was intensely and blatantly filled with lewd desire.
(How disgusting. How can someone look at someone with such a lewd gaze? And that kind of person is a department head
.)
Yuriko was angry. If he weren't her husband's boss, she would have said it out loud long ago. She hoped
he would finish his last drink and go to sleep.
**********
...

Last summer, Yuriko and her child went to the beach twice, so she quickly recognized
it as something from that time.
Yuriko couldn't remember who had taken the photos. It seemed to be
the person who sent her the enema capsules every day, who had been observing Yuriko from somewhere at the beach last summer and had
secretly taken pictures.
"Oh my, hehehe, what a beautiful figure, Yuriko,"
Sejima laughed happily, his eyes narrowing as if he saw something dazzling.
Her fair skin, bright and flawless under the summer sun, clearly
showed the alluring curves of her full breasts, slender waist, and firm, full buttocks through her swimsuit. Yuriko's
thighs also exuded a sensual beauty of fullness and elasticity.
Her vibrant black hair flowed in the sea breeze, and her beauty, so captivating that any man would turn his head,
combined with the mature allure of a married woman and her alluring body, was truly dazzling.
Yuriko, in that state, was meticulously filmed from both front and back in the video.
"Please, please stop!"
Yuriko frantically tried to turn off the video camera, but Sejima grabbed her hand.
"What's the matter, Yuriko? What's there to be alarmed about in a video like this?"
"What's there to be alarmed about? I'm not."
"Well, it's okay to watch it a little longer. Or is there some other reason?"
"N-no, there isn't!"
Yuriko couldn't turn off the video camera unless she forcefully pushed Sejima aside.
She didn't want Sejima to know that she had been secretly filmed by the person who sent her the enema capsules.
The video, which had been filming Yuriko in her swimsuit from a distance, quickly transitioned to a close
-up of her beautiful face. She appeared strong-willed yet possessed a passionate beauty, which alone
was enough to arouse men's desire.
Then the camera slowly shifted from Yuriko's head to her chest, fully displaying her full breasts
, clearly showing the shape of her breasts almost bursting out of her swimsuit.
Even the swaying of her breasts as she moved was captured without missing a beat.
"Oh, Yuriko's breasts are even fuller than I imagined."
"How could this be… can we turn it off now?"
"Why would we do that? Having the chance to see a video of Yuriko like this,
wouldn't it be foolish to turn it off now? Hehehe."
Sejima laughed lewdly.
Meanwhile, the image slowly descended from Yuriko's smooth abdomen, showing a close
-up of her inner thighs.
The swimsuit was swallowed between Yuriko's thighs, and her mons pubis was slightly swollen and raised. Next came her fair
, pinkish-white skin and full, fleshy thighs. With Yuriko's movements, the swimsuit, subtly
altered by her movements, emphasized the bulge of her mons pubis, and her thighs swayed in unison.
To Yuriko, Sejima's gaze felt like he was devouring her from the television screen,
as if he were staring directly at her skin. A chill of disgust ran down her spine, and
she unconsciously covered the base of her thighs with her hand over her skirt.
"This is amazing… this is even more chilling than porn,"
Sejima chuckled, licking his lips lewdly.
"No! Please turn it off!"
Yuriko cried out involuntarily.
Anyone secretly filmed like this by an unknown person would be terrified. But now,
seeing the video on Sejima was even more unbearable.
"Please turn it off right now!"
"Hehehe, this is nothing to be ashamed of, Yuriko.
You should be proud of such an amazing body."
"Please stop talking. Even if you're the club president, I'll really get angry!"
Yuriko said sternly, glaring at Sejima. Although she wanted to turn off the video recorder, she hesitated because...
She didn't want to go over because she had to get to Sejima's side first.
"Oh, so it's your butt's turn this time, Yuriko?"
Sejima said happily, seemingly unaware that Yuriko was glaring at him.
The camera moved behind Yuriko, filming her buttocks in close-up.
Her swimsuit looked like it might burst at any moment from Yuriko's buttocks, and her beautiful flesh looked taut and elastic
.
It was like a beautiful hemispherical shape, high and rounded. Her upturned buttocks looked like
those of an American movie star. You couldn't tell at all that she had given birth.
"So Yuriko is the type who looks thinner when she's dressed. Hehehe, what a beautiful butt. It looks like
your hip circumference is about 90 centimeters, right?"
Sejima's eyes sparkled as he smiled and stared at Yuriko.
Although Yuriko felt disgusted by that expression, she didn't back down.
"That's enough!...I'm really going to get angry!"
she shouted sternly, glaring angrily at Sejima.
At that moment— The close-up shot of Yuriko's buttocks covered by her swimsuit suddenly displayed a
title card that looked like a movie title, accompanied by eerie music.
"What's going on?"
Yuriko's attention was drawn to the title as Sejima exclaimed in surprise.
The title was "The Sacrifice of the Mouth Tube." Then, the subtitle "Real Life? Married Woman? Kitazawa Yuriko"
appeared.
Then, the screen moved from bottom to top, like the end credits of a movie,
displaying Yuriko's entire life, starting with her birth date, including her marriage and childbirth dates, her registered address, and current address.
And all the information was correct.
"Wh-how could this be..."
Yuriko was speechless.
How did the person who sent the enema capsule find out all this? Furthermore,
what exactly does "the mouth that controls life?" mean?
A bottomless sense of foreboding enveloped Yuriko. Just then, the screen switched back to Yuriko's buttocks in her swimsuit
, and her height, weight, and measurements were clearly displayed on the screen. Her
bust was 89 centimeters, waist 60 centimeters, and hips 90 centimeters—surprisingly accurate.
Where did they find this information?
Yuriko's hands clenched tightly, her lips trembling. What kind of
images would appear next?
But the images abruptly ended there, leaving only a blank screen with black and white noise like raindrops and a hissing
sound. The images just now felt like a preview of the subject matter to be filmed from now on.
"Well, just when I was getting more and more excited about what would happen next... what was the result
, Yuriko?"
Sejima suddenly whispered in Yuriko's ear.
Yuriko was startled. Because her attention was focused on the video, she hadn't noticed when Sejima
had gotten so close.
Sejima's hands were wrapped around Yuriko's waist, while his other hand slowly circled and caressed her buttocks under her skirt.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
Yuriko panicked and pushed Sejima away. But Sejima was strong, and his hands holding her waist were not
shaken at all.
"There's a title like 'Sacrifice of the Mouth,' so what's going on, Yuriko?"
"Well, I don't know anything about that!... Ah, please let go!"
"How could you not know? Isn't that Yuriko's videotape?"
Sejima breathed into Yuriko's ear, his breath reeking of alcohol. Then he went a step further,
circling and caressing Yuriko's buttocks.
"Let go!... Ah, even the club president can't forgive you!"
"It's all Yuriko's fault, letting me see such a sexy videotape."
"Stop, stop!... No!"
Because Sejima grabbed her buttocks from under her skirt, Yuriko struggled and twisted her waist.
Sejima pushed his lower abdomen against her waist. Yuriko could clearly feel the
hard, erect thing inside Sejima's pants.
"Ah! No!"
"Yuriko...you should know how I feel. I've always been concerned about my wife..."
"Don't say such stupid things!...Do you think I'll let you get away with this?!"
Yuriko and Sejima staggered and fell to the ground, entangled together.
Just then, Yuriko's skirt rolled up high, revealing her full, sexy
thighs.
Her white panties were also faintly visible under her pantyhose.
"Ah, no!..."
As Yuriko cried out, Sejima's hand was pulling up her panties, trying to grab them and
pull them down together with her pantyhose.
"Stop!"
In the next instant, Yuriko's nimble foot kicked Sejima hard.
Sejima was kicked away and fell to the ground.
Yuriko quickly stood up, smoothed out her disheveled skirt, and then grabbed the whiskey bottle beside her.
"What, what are you doing! How could you do something like this!"
Yuriko's voice trembled with anger. If Sejima had come any closer...
Sejima, who had gotten up, seemed surprised by Yuriko's fierce resistance.
His initial wry smile quickly turned into a loud, gruff laugh.
"How awful. It was just a joke I made while drunk, ma'am."
"How could it be a joke!... As a department head, you should have some shame!"
Yuriko glared angrily at Sejima.
"No matter what strange thing Yuriko wants to accuse me of, I would never do
something so stupid as to lose the president position that was promised to me."
After saying that, Sejima smiled again, as if trying to hide his embarrassment. Then he bowed his head briefly to Yuriko
.
"Anyway, I'm sorry to have surprised you with my rudeness. The joke went a little too far."
"If you do this again, I will never forgive you. I'll just pretend I forgot about
it this time."
If it weren't for her husband's boss, she would never allow such a thing to happen. Although she hadn't
completely let her guard down, Yuriko put the bottle she was holding back on the table. 　　She
didn't want to see Sejima's face anymore. Although she wanted to kick him out, she couldn't ignore her husband
's position.
"Well then, Yuriko, I'll 　　go 　　rest now."
Sejima walked towards the guest room with a thick skin. Yuriko 　　was 　　still angrily 　　biting her lip, unable to say a word. ********** ... 　　She didn't want to see Sejima anymore. Besides, Yuriko had always felt a physical 　　aversion to Sejima. 　　"What a filthy person. I hate him the most," 　　Yuriko unconsciously muttered, as if she were about to vomit. 　　But it wasn't just Sejima who troubled Yuriko. The videotape of her in a swimsuit 　　stirred up an ominous unease within her. 　　A mouth tube? ...What exactly happened? That incident kept lingering in Yuriko's mind. In 　　these five days, although she still received a package containing an enema capsule every day, nothing 　　else strange had happened. 　　(Who could be doing this...?) 　　The enema capsule and the videotape of her in a swimsuit were both unusual. 　　Yuriko hadn't mentioned Sejima or the videotape to her husband yet. He had been 　　busy with work lately. 　　Although she had considered reporting it to the police, she needed to discuss it with her husband first. 　　(Ugh... If I don't cheer up...) 　　Yuriko muttered to herself. 　　Maybe if she could play tennis, which she loves, and work up a sweat, she could regain 　　her spirits. Yuriko took out her tennis racket, which she hadn't used in a long time. She practiced a few swings in the room, but 　　didn't feel satisfied. 　　"I guess I should wait until Yumi is a little older before starting tennis," 　　Yuriko said, picking up the child. 　　The only tennis courts near the daycare center were the members-only sports club that Sejima had mentioned 　　. 　　But since it was Sejima who recommended it, she wasn't really keen on going. 　　However, perhaps because she had the tennis racket in her hand, Yuriko suddenly felt 　　a surge of desire to go. Anyway, Sejima probably wouldn't go to the club. 　　"Don't think too much about it. Let's go over there and take a look. It'll be good to play some tennis." 　　This is what her husband said to Yuriko before she left for work this morning. 　　"Yumi, how about we go to the sports club instead of the park today?" 　　Yuriko said to her child as she put her tennis outfit in her backpack and picked up her racket. 　　Anyway, she wasn't going to play tennis with Sejima. That incident still made her angry even when she thought about it, 　　but if it was just a little tennis, it shouldn't be a big deal... 　　Yuriko carried her child and walked towards the sports club . 　　The sports club was right next to the park, about a ten-minute walk away. As expected of a membership-only club, 　　the entrance and exit checks were very strict. 　　Yuriko entered smoothly, so it seemed that Sejima had indeed informed the club. 　　"Are you Ms. Kitazawa Yuriko? I heard from Mr. Sejima that you are a beautiful woman. It's 　　true... Ah, my apologies. I'm the tennis coach here, Nagayama." 　　The athletic young man who greeted Yuriko said this. 　　Led by Nagayama, they first arrived at the daycare center. This was Yumi's 　　first time playing alone. Although she was a little uneasy at first, she quickly 　　became excited and started jumping around when she saw the other children and toys. 　　"Don't worry. Be a good girl and play with the other children here, Yumi. 　　We'll be back to pick you up in two hours," 　　Yuriko said, rubbing her cheek against Yumi's. 　　"Any number of hours is fine. This is a 24-hour 　　childcare center specifically for members with children; it's a service our club is very proud of," 　　Nagayama boasted. 　　Yumi was already playing with the other children, clutching large stuffed animal toys. Reassured 　　, Yuriko followed Nagayama to the tennis courts. 　　After passing through a natural forest, they arrived at the tennis courts. There were ten courts, and many boys and girls were 　　chasing and hitting the ball. 　　It had been a long time since she had played tennis. Yuriko's heart leaped with excitement. She quickly changed into her tennis clothes in the locker room and 　　stepped onto the court. 　　"This tennis outfit suits you perfectly, ma'am. It's so beautiful." 　　Nagayama was already waiting on the court. 　　"You're quite the smooth talker," 　　Yuriko smiled. 　　"It's not just politeness." 　　Nagayama stared at Yuriko with an expression as if he had seen something dazzling. 　　Her vibrant black hair and snow-white, delicate skin, her supple, voluptuous thighs and slender ankles, 　　combined with the white tennis outfit, subtly exuded a bewitching allure. 　　It wasn't unreasonable for the young Nagayama to be so captivated. 　　"First, please come here. We've introduced aerobics as a warm-up for tennis." 　　"But I... I've never done aerobics before..."

"No problem, we always have an instructor teach new members the correct warm-up methods."
Nagayama led Yuriko to the club's aerobics studio.
A female instructor in a leotard was already waiting inside; there were no other members.
"Please stand straight,"
the female instructor instructed, directing Yuriko to stand in the middle of the aerobics studio.
Mirrors were installed on the walls in front and behind.
"Madam, please come to the court after you're done. Please make sure you warm up properly."
Nagayama then left.
Soon, upbeat music began to play.
"Okay, follow me, let's go. Step, step, swing!"
The female instructor in front of the mirror moved her body in time with the upbeat music. Yuriko, holding a tennis
racket, joined in the swinging motion.
Yuriko imitated the female instructor's movements, her body moving in sync with the music.
"Okay, serve, receive, back off..."
the female instructor rhythmically called out the commands. It was indeed a preparatory exercise for tennis, incorporating even basic tennis movements
into aerobics.
"Good, you're very skilled. Now, place your racket horizontally on the ground... then step over with your legs spread."
Imitating the female instructor's movements, Yuriko placed her racket horizontally on the ground and stepped over with her legs spread wide. It was
a position with her legs spread very wide.
Then, with her legs straight and spread, she leaned her upper body forward, adding
a movement of thrusting her hips back.
"Up, bend down... up, down... thrust your hips back a little more, up
, down..."
While performing these repeated movements, Yuriko suddenly felt a strong
sense of being watched. It felt like someone was staring at her hips from behind... However,
there was no one else in the aerobics studio besides the female instructor and Yuriko.
(Was it just a hallucination...?)
She glanced back unintentionally. Because of what happened to Sejima, she was probably a little overly sensitive.
"Now lie down on the ground, yes, stretch your legs straight up."
The female coach's instructions made Yuriko hesitate for a moment. If she did that,
wouldn't everything under her tennis uniform miniskirt be clearly visible?
But there was no reason not to do it, so Yuriko lay down on the ground and stretched
her legs straight up.
"Okay, bend your knees, knees to your chest... okay, straighten, then bend again..."
Yuriko followed the instructions, rhythmically straightening and bending her legs repeatedly.
If someone were looking at Yuriko from behind, they would see that her miniskirt had rolled up,
completely exposing her sports underwear. At the same time, they would also see that her underwear had bulged from Yuriko's full, taut buttocks
, slightly tucked into her crotch.
"Now straighten your legs, this time open them to the left and right."
(Why is this happening...)
Although Yuriko hesitated slightly again, since the female coach had already spread them so wide, she had no choice but
to follow along.
Yuriko stretched her legs straight up to the ceiling, resolutely spreading them wide to the sides.
This was a pose she could never achieve unless she was doing aerobics. Furthermore,
she couldn't do this pose if a man were present.
"Okay, open it a little wider, open it, close it... okay, open it again."
To the rhythm of upbeat music, Yuriko repeatedly opened and closed her legs.
At this moment, Yuriko was again attacked by the illusion that she was being spied on. Although there was no one else around,
she felt a strong gaze, especially on her inner thighs and between her groin, particularly when her legs were spread wide.
Although she thought it was just a hallucination, it felt as if Sejima was staring at her, and Yuriko suddenly
felt a wave of unease. Was it because of the mirror on the wall that she had this illusion?
(There's no one else here, how could this be... if I don't cheer up...)
Yuriko muttered
to herself, trying hard not to pay attention. Perhaps because of this, when the aerobics ended, she
no longer felt like she was being spied on.
Yuriko walked towards the court. Her slightly sweaty skin felt very comfortable in the sunlight.
"If the gymnastics is over, let's begin, ma'am,"
Nagayama said, handing the tennis ball to Yuriko.
"It's such a privilege for me as a coach to play tennis with a beautiful woman like you."
"Please go easy on me, Mr. Nagayama,"
Yuriko laughed happily as the tennis ball bounced off the racket.
Although she hadn't played tennis for three years, Yuriko quickly regained her touch. Of course, she wasn't able
to beat Nagayama, her coach. Yuriko's body moved and jumped around the court. Her
gorgeous black hair swayed, and the hem of her tennis miniskirt fluttered. In less than five minutes,
glistening sweat began to appear on Yuriko's fair skin.
But then Yuriko began to feel sticky and entangled gazes around her hips and thighs.
Just like when she was doing aerobics, she felt the same nauseating feeling she had when being stared at by that lewd Sejima.
She turned around in a panic, but didn't see anyone suspicious.
"What's wrong, ma'am?"
Nagayama asked with concern as he approached the net. Seeing Yuriko suddenly stop and look around, he went
over to ask if he could help.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing special."
Yuriko turned around in a panic.
Because of some unpleasant things that had happened recently, she probably felt like she was being spied on.
Even though she came to play tennis to forget these unpleasant things, this kind of thing…
Even though she couldn't concentrate on the tennis, Yuriko still diligently chased after the ball on the court.
The feeling of being spied on hadn't disappeared, but after playing for about thirty minutes, Yuriko
had put the unpleasant thought behind her and focused entirely on tennis.
Yuriko and Nagayama continued their back-and-forth exchanges.
"Let's rest here for a bit, ma'am. I'll go get some juice,"
Nagayama said, then quickly disappeared into the clubhouse after letting Yuriko rest on the bench.
(It was so good to have come here.)
Yuriko thought to herself as she wiped her sweat with a towel.
The sunlight gradually grew warmer. The feeling of physical comfort after a full-fledged workout enveloped her, and her mind
felt refreshed and clear; she had even forgotten the unpleasant things.
Meanwhile, back inside the clubhouse, Nagayama entered a small room. Two young
men were already inside, along with a professional camera mounted on a tripod.
"How was it? Enjoying the filming, huh, Tsuzaki, Murai?"
Nagayama said with a smug grin.
"Perfect! Close-ups of her buttocks and crotch, hehehe."
"Filming this close is even more enjoyable than last year at the beach,"
the two young men, Tsuzaki and Murai, said with grins.
A large section of one wall of the room had been cut out, offering a clear view of the aerobics studio.
A magic glass panel was installed above it. It was from there that the camera was used to secretly film Yuriko doing aerobics.
Then, through a small window on another wall, they filmed Yuriko playing tennis.
"Even though her swimsuit and tennis outfit are nice, I still want to strip her completely naked as soon as possible. Hehehe,
I'll definitely film it all with a camera."
"Damn, I really want to rape her right now. Just secretly looking at that body is already unbearable. I've had an erection
since early morning that's been painfully hard to get rid of."
Murai and Tsuzaki expressed their desire for Yuriko in a very explicit way.
"I'm just like you guys. Just a little longer. We've been meticulously preparing for this
for over six months since we set our sights on that lady. Don't deviate from our plan."
Nagayama reminded himself as he spoke to Murai and Tsuzaki.
"I know, Nagayama. Just a little longer, and we can fully enjoy that voluptuous body,
hehehe."
"Twenty-seven-year-old Kitazawa Yuriko, hehehe, what an irresistible housewife. She's made
all the preparations; you can't escape her."
"That's right."
Murai, Tsuzaki, and Nagayama exchanged knowing smiles, licking their lips.
Yuriko sat on the long bench, unaware of this terrifying conversation. Because Nagayama had been gone
for quite some time, she occasionally glanced back towards the clubhouse.
Seemingly sensing the lewd gazes, she also looked in the direction Nagayama and the others were peeping.
"Hehehe, not only is she strong-willed, but she also has a keen sixth sense, so 　　be careful here." 　　After
saying 　　this, 　　Nagayama
left the small room with two bottles of juice in his hand and returned to the court where Yuriko was 　　with 　　an
innocent 　　expression 　　.
**********
... 　　(This, such an irresistible body…) 　　The desire to immediately grab Yuriko and suck on that beautiful flesh almost made Nagayama 　　lose control, but he didn't show it on his face. 　　"So, madam, shall we start again?" 　　"Yes." 　　Nagayama and Yuriko chased the ball, swinging their rackets. Their movements were even more agile than before, overflowing with a vibrant 　　beauty. 　　(I must win at least one game.) 　　Putting aside the unpleasant things, Yuriko's mind was now filled only with a sense of unwillingness to give up. 　　However, before even one game was over, an announcement came over the loudspeaker. 　　"Miss Kitazawa Yuriko, please come to the daycare center as soon as you hear this announcement." 　　Yuriko suddenly stopped. Had something happened to the child…? Anxiety enveloped Yuriko. 　　(Yumi…) 　　Yuriko bit her lower lip worriedly. 　　Although Nagayama's face showed surprise, he was secretly smiling smugly. The broadcast 　　came from Murai, just as planned. 　　"Madam, let's hurry to the daycare." 　　"Okay, okay." 　　Yuriko put down her racket and ran off. Nagayama followed behind. 　　The path from the tennis court to the daycare was through the woods. 　　"Madam, let's take this shortcut." 　　Yuriko continued running along the path Nagayama pointed to. However, they were actually getting further and further away from the daycare, 　　running deeper into the woods. 　　But Yuriko didn't notice. 　　"We've taken the wrong path." 　　Suddenly, two men appeared in front of Yuriko. 　　It was Murai and Tsuzaki. Tsuzaki was holding a camera, pointing it at Yuriko. 　　"What's going on? Who are you?!" 　　Although Yuriko felt extremely uneasy, she still glared angrily at Murai and Tsuzaki. 　　"Hehehe, you've successfully fallen into our trap, madam. You were fooled by that fake broadcast. 　　We've been waiting for you for a long time."

"We've been spying on you. Such a beautiful figure, it's tempting, ma'am."
Suddenly, Murai reached out and grabbed Yuriko's full breasts.
"What are you doing!"
Yuriko reflexively slapped Murai across the face.
The strong Murai remained unmoved, only flashing a toothy smile.
"Quite a strong personality, Ms. Kitazawa Yuriko. But that's what makes it more
fun, hehehe."
"You people..."
Although still glaring at him, Yuriko slowly backed away.
A terrible premonition arose in her heart because one of the men was holding a camera.
Could it be that these were the men who sent the enema capsules and secretly filmed Yuriko in her swimsuit...?
"You, you think you can do this weird thing without getting punished!... Don't come any closer!"
"If I don't come closer, I can't take off my wife's clothes, and I can't film the nude video
.
Ah. Hehehe, it's no fun if we don't do it."
"Don't say such stupid things!... "
Yuriko had already retreated to Nagayama's front.
"Ah, Mr. Nagayama."
As she said this, Nagayama hugged Yuriko tightly from behind.
"Ah! What are you doing! Mr. Nagayama!"
"It's what Murai just said, helping my wife take off her clothes."
"Mr. Nagayama..."
Yuriko couldn't believe what Nagayama was saying. Was Nagayama in cahoots with these people?
Yuriko's lips trembled.
"Let, let me go... or I'll scream!"
"This is a no-go area. Nobody will come here, hehehe."
Nagayama's tone had completely changed, sounding like a gangster.
"Let go of my hands!"
Yuriko struggled in Nagayama's arms.
At this moment, Tsuzaki was filming everything with a camera. But Yuriko no longer had the strength to care about being
filmed.
"Come on, let us see your naked body, madam. Kitazawa Yuriko's striptease is about to begin."
"Resist with all your might, that's what makes it fun, madam."
After saying this, Nagayama and Murai began to remove the upper part of Yuriko's tennis uniform.
"No! Stop!"
Yuriko cried out in protest, struggling desperately to break free. However, the other party was two strong
men, and no matter how hard Yuriko resisted, it was useless.
"Ah! Who's there!...Stop!"
"That's right, madam. That's how you resist violently."
"Let, let me go!...No!...Who's there? Help!"
After the chest part of the tennis uniform was torn open, the top was taken off. The exposed white skin
made Yuriko tremble involuntarily. Now she was only wearing a bra.
The bra was being grabbed and pulled by Nagayama's hand. Murai's hand also slipped inside the skirt, hooking his fingers onto
the panties.
"Which part do you want to be taken off first, madam? The bra, or the panties?"
"No!... Help! Who's there!... Ahh! Let go!"
"In the end, you'll be completely naked anyway. If you don't take them off, you can't enjoy it
, hehehe."
Nagayama and Murai each flicked the hooks of the bra and the elastic band of the panties with their fingers, pretending to
take them off, but they didn't actually take them off immediately.
Watching Yuriko, with her mature married woman's body, make futile struggles was also a kind of enjoyment.
Nagayama and Murai, no matter how you looked at them, were younger than Yuriko, but they already looked like
veterans who had conquered and played with countless women. Tsuzaki also smiled smugly, filming Yuriko's struggle in detail with his camera
.
"Hehehe, because you're just too beautiful, madam. Such a voluptuous body.
It was already fully displayed when you played tennis."
"And when you did aerobics, you spread your legs wide, hehehe, that's practically trying to
seduce someone to rape you!"
Nagayama and Murai laughed loudly.
Then the two released Yuriko. Even so, they still spread their arms to block her front and back; if Yuriko
tried to escape, she would only be chased deeper into the forest.
"What's wrong, not planning to run away, madam?"
"If I catch you again this time, you'll have to take off your bra, hehehe, madam's breasts will be
exposed."
It was as if they were enjoying the thrill of the hunt.
Yuriko let out a cry of pain, desperately running left and right into the forest.
But no matter how hard she ran, Nagayama and Murai still entangled her from the front and back, and the camera followed from behind. Not only that, the men would occasionally reach out and 　　suddenly touch
Yuriko's skin . 　　"No!... Help! Is anyone there?!" 　　Yuriko cried out in anguish, her body writhing. 　　Then, the hooks of her bra were unhooked from behind. 　　"Ah! No!" 　　Although she frantically clutched her chest to try and cover her bra, Nagayama grabbed her from behind. 　　"Ah ha, caught you, hehehe. Let's see your breasts, madam." 　　"No!" 　　Even her cries couldn't stop her bra from being pulled down. 　　Her breasts, surprisingly full yet still beautifully shaped, bounced out of the bra. They 　　were almost transparent and snow-white, seemingly ready to drip milk from her small, adorable nipples at any moment. 　　Ah!... Yuriko desperately hugged her chest with both hands, trying to hide her breasts. 　　"Trying to run away again, madam. This time it's your panties' turn, hehehe."

"You'll have to take them off yourself, like when you're doing aerobics, spread your legs wide."
As she said this, Yuriko covered her breasts with her hands and ran away.
"Help, help me!..."
"Hehehe, that won't work."
Nagayama, Murai, and Tsuzaki with the camera chased after Yuriko. They blocked her path from the front and back,
enjoying the thrill of gradually cornering their prey.
"Come here, ma'am. Let me help you take off your panties."
"No! This isn't funny at all!... Get away!"
"Covering your chest like that won't help you escape properly, ma'am."
Nagayama and Murai laughed.
Suddenly, Murai closed the distance between them from behind, quickly reaching into Yuriko's miniskirt and pulling her panties
down from her buttocks.
"Eeee! No!"
Yuriko cried out, twisting her waist, trying to escape. She didn't even have the strength to pull up her underwear, which had been pulled down to her thighs
.
This time, it was Nagayama's turn to close in one go, tearing the underwear down to her knees.
"Ahhh..."
Because her knees were tangled in the underwear, Yuriko tripped and fell to
the ground.
The hem of her miniskirt rolled up, completely exposing Yuriko's fair and dazzling bare buttocks.
"Wow, what a beautiful butt."
"No!"
"Why wouldn't you want such a beautiful butt?"
Nagayama and Murai each slapped Yuriko's buttocks with a "smack!" and pulled the underwear tangled around her knees
even lower, pulling it down past her ankles.
The miniskirt was also torn and roughly pulled off her waist.
"Now you're completely naked, ma'am, hehehe."
"No!..."
Yuriko, who was curled up on the ground trying to cover her breasts and crotch, suddenly jumped up and ran away. Except for
her tennis shoes and socks, she was completely naked, covering her breasts and the tops of her thighs with her hands, and ran desperately
.
"Where do you think you're going, running naked, ma'am?"
"Hehehe, you're even running around with such a sexy sway of your plump buttocks, it only makes people more and
more excited."
Nagayama and Murai laughed as they chased after Yuriko. Tsuzaki also focused his camera on Yuriko's
buttocks and came up from behind.
"Someone come quick!... Help, help me!"
Yuriko screamed desperately.
But Nagayama and Murai suddenly caught up with her and finally caught Yuriko.
"No! Let me go!... Is anyone there!"
Yuriko twisted her naked body, letting out a cry of pain, kicking her legs in the air, desperately
trying to break free.
"No woman we've set our sights on has ever escaped, ma'am."
"Running away naked only makes us happier. Prey needs to be energetic like that;
that's what makes the hunt interesting."
Nagayama and Murai, pinning Yuriko down, laughed loudly.
Then, Nagayama swiftly twisted Yuriko's hands behind her back, took a thick rope from Murai,
crossed her hands, and tied her wrists together. Then, using the end of the rope, he strangled Yuriko's full
breasts from above and below.
"Ah! What are you doing!...Stop...Stop! Why are you tying me up? I won't forgive you!"
Completely unprepared to be tied up, Yuriko trembled violently.
"How could we not know what we're going to do, madam? Hehehe. That's why
we send you gifts every day, and that videotape too."
"You should understand how you'll be treated now, even if your body doesn't want to, hehehe. Especially
since we've already sent the videotape as a preview."
Nagayama and Murai's words caused Yuriko's beautiful face to twitch, her lips trembling
, unable to speak.
Sure enough, it was these men who sent the enema capsules and the videotape. Confirming this, Yuriko
's despair and fear plunged her into darkness.
"Hehehe, I'll film everything that will happen to you, madam. And I
'll make several copies as souvenirs."
Tsuzaki said mockingly, searching for the best angle to film Yuriko.
"No, no!"
Yuriko cried out, but Nagayama quickly gagged her. Murai picked Yuriko up
.
With his shoulder pressing against Yuriko's abdomen, he wrapped one arm around her thigh and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
"Ugh, ugh..."
Because her mouth was gagged, she could only moan, struggling and twisting on Murai's shoulder.
"What a restless wife. I must train her properly, hehehe. We'll pamper
you, wife."
Murai playfully patted Yuriko's buttocks lightly before walking forward.
"Just as planned, hehehe."
"Training such a perfect body will be very interesting. I've never seen
a woman with such a great figure before."
"I wonder what her cunt will look like, I'm really looking forward to it, hehehe. This will definitely be
the best video I've ever made."
Murai, Nagayama, and Tsuzaki all laughed happily.
Yuriko could only moan with her mouth gagged, struggling on Murai's shoulder, shaking her head and tossing her black
hair.
(Ah... help me, darling... darling... if this continues, Yuriko...)
Yuriko felt a fear worse than death.
**********
...
Deep in the woods stood a Western-style building. Because of its secluded location during the construction of the sports club,
it hadn't been completely demolished.
It was a secluded, uninhabited place, now occupied by Nagayama and his gang as their base. It was
an old building; in the basement, no matter how much a woman cried or screamed, no
one outside would hear.
Yuriko was taken to the basement of this Western-style building. The rope binding her hands was suspended from
iron chains hanging from the ceiling, and Yuriko was hoisted up in a tiptoeing position.
"Here, you can cry and scream to your heart's content, madam, because it's completely soundproof."
"This basement is quite nice, isn't it? It was specially renovated for madam. Hehehe,
all sorts of tools for punishing madam have been prepared."
Nagayama and Murai smugly admired Yuriko's naked body.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Yuriko struggled painfully, groaning through her gagged mouth.
Stripped naked except for her tennis shoes and socks, she couldn't hide her body no matter how much she struggled
.
Her full breasts swayed heavily, and her smooth abdomen rose and fell with her breath. Her thighs were tightly closed
, and although one foot was bent in a V-shape to cover it, the thick, dark pubic hair at the base could still be seen
.
It contrasted sharply with her fair skin, the soft, intertwined parts radiating a beautiful glow.
"This body is amazing. It's dazzling. Look at this flesh..."
"I knew how beautiful her body was when I saw her in a swimsuit, but seeing her naked is
even better than I imagined. She truly is a married woman."
Nagayama and Murai circled behind Yuriko.
Her plump, semi-circular buttocks formed a deep valley between the beautifully shaped, upturned mounds.
As if sensing the men's gaze, that area tightened towards the valley between the mounds, almost as if it were sucking
on something.
"Look at this ass. So beautiful and full. I've never seen such a beautiful
ass before."
"To think we'd stumbled upon such a perfect ass. Any man would go crazy seeing that."
Swallowing hard, the two men stared at each other as if they wanted to devour the buttocks.
"Well then, let's hear your sweet voice, madam, hehehe."
Murai removed the gag from Yuriko's mouth.
"No, no!... Don't look!"
A scream burst from Yuriko's mouth. Her black hair flailed wildly, her waist twisted in agony,
and the thick ropes and chains suspending her creaked.
"No, don't look!... Untie the ropes!"
What terrified Yuriko wasn't just the men's gaze. From the very beginning, the camera lens in Tsuzaki's hand
had been moving as if slowly licking Yuriko's skin.
"No!... Stop filming!... Ahh, stop filming!"
"You're already this annoying at this level? I can't help it. In a moment, I'm going to spread your legs
wide and film your pussy and asshole too."
"Eek! Why... No!..."
Yuriko cried out in despair.
The layout of the basement where she was imprisoned only intensified her fear.
The walls and ceiling of the basement, which had no windows, were covered with countless iron chains. The room
also contained obstetric examination tables, a rocking horse, and a bed. In addition, the examination tables and the bed were fitted with
straps for restraining female bodies.
In the cabinet against the wall, there were many torture instruments of unknown purpose, neatly arranged side by side. This place
was practically a torture chamber.
(Ahh, what, what is this... This room...)
Yuriko's body trembled, and her knees clattered.
"Hehehe, the way that voluptuous body trembles is almost unbearable.
And whether it's a feigned calm expression or a fearful one, it's all very attractive."
Tsuzaki said happily, peering through the camera's viewfinder. He had been filming Yuriko with the camera the whole time,
watching with the same smugness as Nagayama and Murai, but he hadn't participated in the action himself.
"Doing this...doing this, do you think you won't be punished!... "
Yuriko desperately held back her tears, trying to remain calm. If these men discovered
her weakness, they would definitely use it against her.
"Untie the ropes right now!...You can still regret it now..."
Summoning all her willpower, Yuriko glared angrily at the men. But Nagayama and Murai just laughed loudly
.
"Madam is the first woman here to be stripped naked and not cry."
"Most women cry when they're being hunted in the forest.
She's a fierce mare, even stronger than we expected, hehehe."
"Even so, waiting to see when you cry only adds to our amusement."
To prevent her willpower from withering with fear, Yuriko bit her lip tightly and glared at the men. If
she surrendered and lowered her gaze, she would immediately burst into tears. Crying would
be the signal for the men to begin their attack.
(No, no!...I don't want to become a plaything for these men, absolutely not!)
Only this thought somehow sustained Yuriko's willpower.
"Madam, even if you're strong, your legs will eventually spread open."
Nagayama stared smugly at Yuriko's face.
"No, don't say such stupid things!... I absolutely won't let you do that kind of thing!" "
But we really want to film Kitazawa Yuriko's pussy and asshole, hehehe. Of course, we'll use close-up
shots too."
"No!... Absolutely not!"
Yuriko cried out excitedly, shaking her black hair violently.
"It seems that the only way to get my wife is through force."
Suddenly, Murai grabbed Yuriko's full breasts from behind.
"Stop!"
As if burned, Yuriko's naked body suddenly stiffened, letting out a scream and
shaking her head frantically.
"What, wife, still unwilling to open your legs and let us see your cunt and anus?"
Murai said, kneading Yuriko's soft breasts, lowering his head to suck the slightly damp sweat on her skin.
Then, he cupped her breasts from below and shook them, his fingers pinching her nipples.
"Stop! What's so fun about doing this!... Don't you feel ashamed!"
Although she had been pretending to be strong, Yuriko's voice was almost breaking into sobs.
"Tying a woman up to do this... is the worst thing ever. Are you even men?!"
"Hehehe, we just love tying women up to do this. And, madam, if
we don't tie you up, you definitely won't be able to endure what we're about to do."
"Perverted..."
Although she already knew, the confirmation of these men's perversion made her tremble
even more violently.
"It seems that just breasts aren't enough to satisfy you, madam."
Nagayama began to caress Yuriko's buttocks. As if to confirm the shape of her plump, rounded buttocks,
he circled them with his hands. Then, to savor the elasticity of her flesh, he grasped and squeezed it. Then,
from below, he supported Yuriko's buttocks with his hands, slapping and shaking them as if to check the quality of the flesh.
"No, no!... Don't touch me!..."
"It's all because you won't obediently open your legs. Hurry up, it's about time we saw your pussy
and asshole."
"There's really no other way. Looks like I'll have to force you to open your legs, hehehe."
Nagayama took a rope, squatted down, and tied one of Yuriko's ankles together.
"Murai, you're in charge of Madam's other leg."
"No problem. Like a tug-of-war, hehehe."
Yuriko's other ankle was also tied up with a rope by Murai.
"Wh-why is this happening!... No!"
Realizing the men's intentions, Yuriko screamed.
The rope binding her ankles began to be pulled apart. Although Yuriko cried out and desperately tried
to close her legs, she was no match for the strength of the two burly men.
Her ankles gradually parted to the left and right.
"Stop!...No, no!"
Yuriko flailed her black hair, swayed her breasts, twisted her waist, and kicked her legs with all her might to resist.
However, none of this could stop her knees from being spread apart, or her tightly closed thighs from being pulled open. Yuriko
's cries of pain turned into sobs.
"Hehehe, it's open now, madam. Soon we'll be able to see your pussy."
"What kind of pussy will it be? We'll find out soon enough. Especially to see your asshole, we
'll have to do our best to make you open your legs wider, hehehe."
Nagayama and Murai teased Yuriko maliciously, deliberately enjoying themselves as they slowly pulled the rope.
"Tsuzaki, remember to let us know when you see madam's pussy, hehehe."
"Not yet, hehehe, but the inside of these thighs is really white and tender."
Tsuzaki focused the camera on Yuriko's gradually opening thighs and slowly moved it upwards.
"No!...No!..."
Like splitting wood, Yuriko's thighs were parted with a cracking sound.
Suddenly, her waist lost its strength.
"Oh, that's amazing. I can almost see her pussy. Open it a little wider."
Tsuzaki, who was filming, made an excited sound.
"Eee!"
As it was opened further, Yuriko arched her back, her throat clenching tightly. Yuriko painfully realized
that her exposed crotch was being pierced by the camera's focus without any cover.
Yuriko's legs, even the tendons on her inner thighs, were taut and twitching as they were pulled wide apart,
exposing her feminine shame at the root. The pubic mounds swelled slightly, and the secret crevice of the flesh spanning the mounds
revealed a seductive scar.
The crevice there had been slightly parted by the pull of her inner thighs, allowing a glimpse of the mysterious
soft flesh inside.
"This is amazing. It's already separated... What a beautiful pussy."
"And the appearance isn't deformed at all. You can't tell she's given birth at all."
After pulling the ropes binding Yuriko's ankles and securing them to the ground, Nagayama and Murai squatted
between Yuriko's legs, staring at her as if they wanted to swallow her whole.
"No!... Don't look!"
Yuriko screamed ecstatically, swaying and twisting her waist unsteadily. She was terrified
because a part of her body that she wanted to hide even from other women was now exposed, and she was not only being stared at by men
but also being filmed by cameras.
"No... Ahh, don't look... No! Ahh!... I can't look!"
No matter how much she twisted her waist or kicked her legs, she couldn't break free from the ropes binding her ankles.
There was no way to escape the men's focused gaze and the camera lens.
"Hehehe, use your fingers to spread open Mrs. Yuri's pussy. That way we can get a good shot inside."
Tsuzaki directed Nagayama and Murai while filming. Nagayama
and Murai nodded knowingly, reaching between Yuri's legs from the left and right, grabbing her flesh and
spreading open her secret slit.
"Eeee!...Why is this happening? No!..."
Yuri arched her upper body back, clenching her throat. Her
mysterious soft flesh was exposed, pierced by the camera lens and the men's gaze.
"Hehehe, this flesh color is so beautiful. Even the folds of flesh have so many wrinkles." "
It's rare to see a woman so beautiful on the outside, with such a great figure, and even her cunt is so pretty. That's why
we've set our sights on her."
Nagayama and Murai's lewd words added to the realism of her shamelessly exposed flesh.
"No!...No...!"
"Only a cunt like this is worthy of a beauty like you, Madam.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it looks like a virgin's, hehehe."
"No, don't look!... "
Madam's clitoris, her urethra, and her vaginal cavity are all clearly visible
, Madam. The color and shape are so beautiful. It's truly commendable."
"Ahhh!...Okay, stop now..."
Yuriko waved her black hair and twisted her waist, crying. No matter how much she tried to hold back, she could no longer control
the sobs that burst forth.
"Hehehe, the strong lady has finally cried."
"You've tried even harder than I expected. Or is this a cry of joy, ma'am?"
Nagayama and Murai said mockingly to Yuriko.
Those words plunged Yuriko into even greater humiliation, and she cried even louder.
"You, you beasts!..."
Unable to endure any longer, Yuriko cried and screamed.
Nagayama and Murai just laughed mockingly and reached out towards Yuriko's buttocks. They tasted
the tender flesh overflowing with sensuality with their fingers, parting the valley of her buttocks.
"Ah, ahh! No!... That kind of thing... Stop!"
"Hehehe, I'll check your asshole too, ma'am. Of course, I'll film it too."
"How could this be... No!... No..."
She couldn't imagine that her disgusting excretory organs would be spied on and filmed.
"No!... You can't do that!... Ahh! Stop it!..."
Yuriko screamed frantically.
But her reaction only earned her ridicule from the men, and the camera moved behind her.
Deep within the valley of her parted buttocks, Yuriko's mysterious anus peeked out.
"Isn't this asshole cute, ma'am?"
"Hehehe, how does it feel to have your asshole being watched?"
Nagayama and Murai watched smugly, licking their lips. Yuriko
bit her lip tightly, tossing her black hair. She couldn't believe her anus was being filmed naked
.
Sensing the men's gaze and the camera lens, Yuriko's anus tightened. It felt like
it was on fire. The fear and shame of having her disgusting excretory organs spied on and filmed
was even more intense than when she had been seen before.
"No! Don't film that kind of place!... Ahh, no, don't look!"
Yuriko cried out.
"No need to waste your energy, ma'am. We've already seen everything, from your pussy to your asshole."
"This is even better than I imagined, hehehe. Of course, not an inch was missed either."
Nagayama and Murai continued to spread apart Yuriko's flesh and anus, saying excitedly.
"Well then, it's time for something fun."
"Now that we've seen such exquisite pussy and asshole, how can we let it go?"
Nagayama and Murai said with a smile, letting go of Yuriko's body, their hands rustling as they picked up
something.
Nagayama held a horribly shaped dildo, while Murai held a
glass enema device emitting a terrifying light.
"…………"
Yuriko's lips trembled, unable to utter a sound, her whole body frozen stiff.
(End of Chapter 1)

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