The Island Being Tamed (Original Chapter 16, Continued Chapter 16)

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The streets of Tokyo were still chilly on a

March night, and I pulled my coat collar tighter to ward off the increasingly biting
wind.

"I can't forgive him," I thought. "This can't go on. Even though I still like Kawahara-kun,
he can't be drunk and slap me in the face at the disco!"

I'm a 22-year-old bank employee, and I'm quite confident in my looks at the bank.
My fiancé, Yoshio Kawahara, is a police officer at the Shinagawa Precinct of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Because of the recent
unsolved cases of missing girls, and the news agency constantly embarrassing the Shinagawa Precinct by demanding an apology, it
seems the chief of police had also lashed out at Kawahara-kun today, which is why he drank so much at the disco.

Although I was angry, my mind was still preoccupied with: I hope he doesn't sleep outside tonight, and that he doesn't cause an accident while driving!

Lost in thought, I reached an empty intersection. The deathly stillness of the street, accompanied by the sound of the wind, made me
realize I was in danger. "It's already four in the morning. I think I heard from Kawahara-kun that a few days ago
, a girl went missing outside a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away." I checked my watch. "I really wish I were in
Kawahara-kun's arms."

I quickened my pace, imagining a horror movie from the Edo period I watched yesterday, and
ran towards my car, which was a hundred meters away. Just then, I heard the sound of a car engine at the street corner—a truck. I instinctively
took my car keys from my coat pocket and moved closer to the side of the road. In the light of the truck's headlights, I saw my beloved
red Mitsubishi 3000 parked quietly by the roadside. Suddenly, I felt the truck behind me slow down. How
annoying The truck driver behind me is probably staring at my legs, which are only covered by a short skirt under my short coat, again. But I'm used
to those men's fiery gazes—let them look! Anyway, my legs are beautiful—I wonder what this
lecherous driver looks like!

I slowed my pace, raised my head with a reserved yet proud air, and glanced back casually—the blinding white
headlights stung my eyes, making it impossible to see anything. Instinctively, I shielded my eyes with my hand and peered through the glare.
The scene before me sent chills down my spine—two tall figures leaped from the still-moving truck and pounced on me
like I screamed and turned to run towards my car, but my high-heeled foot landed
on a pebble, causing me to stumble and fall forward, landing on the cold ground
. The car keys slipped from my hand. I struggled to my feet... I got up to pick up my keys, but my eyes, still stung by the car headlights
, couldn't see anything. In my panic, I felt a wet towel stuffed into my mouth. The suffocating sensation forced me
to gasp for air. A strong medicinal smell assaulted my nostrils, then assaulted my brain. My limbs
went weak, and just as I was about to collapse, a large hand caught me from behind. I felt
myself slowly taking flight, the hand gripping my waist tightly, making it hard to breathe. Then I
knew nothing more… I was flying among

the

clouds, surrounded by a flock of birds, with green trees beneath me. Blue water, golden
rice paddies—I flew forward freely, flapping my wings. Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared overhead—it
was Roma from a horror movie, his face ashen. He swung his hand sharply at me, and my wings were instantly
frozen solid , followed by my body. I involuntarily plummeted downwards. I wanted to scream, but my throat was
dry and painful, preventing me from making a sound. I could only let my body fall. Suddenly, I stopped. I looked down with my mouth wide open and
saw that a cloud had caught me, making me float in the air. My heart calmed down, and I felt the ice surrounding my
body corroding me, making my whole body... Trembling uncontrollably, just then, the clouds beneath me began to shake.
A strong wind was blowing the clouds, causing them to sway and tumble. I was tumbling back and forth on the clouds,
in danger of falling at any moment. I closed my eyes in despair…

When I opened them again, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. The familiar sound of a truck engine filled my ears, and
the smell of fish filled my nostrils. The cold still enveloped me—it was just a nightmare. What was
in my mouth, preventing me from closing it? My cheeks ached from the unknown stuff in my mouth. Ugh, who
was so rude, bullying a young lady? Ah! Why can't I move my hands? Why can't I move my feet? Why am I

so cold? Why does my whole body ache? Am I still dreaming? Drowsy and confused, filled with questions
and discomfort, I passed out.

A jolt of numbness and coldness jolted me awake. I looked up, and a sliver of light filtering through the cracks in the truck bed revealed
everything. The chill and terror made me cry out—I was being hung naked from the steel beam of a truck
! A gag was stuffed in my mouth, the kind sold in sex shops! About a meter below me were
baskets of sardines. My hands, bound behind my back, were immobile, and my legs were tightly bound together, curled up
behind me. My body was also bound in a turtle-shell shape, like in an SM movie, the ropes digging into my pale skin.

Two thick ropes passed through the ropes binding my back and buttocks, the other ends tied to
the steel beam at the top of the truck, making me swing back and forth in mid-air. I struggled
desperately streamed down my face—what was happening to me? Where was I going? Would I freeze to death? What awaited me
? In this boundless terror, I unconsciously drifted back to sleep.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally stopped. My body was numb, no longer cold.
The sound of the waves told me we had arrived at the beach. The car door slammed open, and the blinding sunlight made it
hard to open eyes. Someone untied the rope from the roof, lifted me, and jumped off. I tried to scream, but the ball in my mouth pressed tightly against
my tongue, and I could only make muffled sounds. Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the sunlight—on the empty beach
stood several men in kimonos, their faces stern. Each kimono had a large "吉" (auspicious) embroidered on the back

, including the man carrying me. Being naked under their gaze filled me with unbearable shame. The men
silently carried me onto a long gangplank extending into the sea. A large fishing boat was moored at the other end of the gangplank,
and then the others silently followed.

After several people boarded the boat, it sputtered and set sail from the shore. The man placed me on the deck,
skillfully untied the ropes binding me, removed the ball from my mouth, and brought me food and water. I moved
my numb limbs, stared blankly at him, and timidly asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
The man slapped me hard across the face: "Bastard! Don't talk, obey orders, eat!" Then he
stood aside, watching me finish my meal, tears streaming down my face, naked. After I finished eating, he dragged
a leather suitcase from the lower deck and threw it on the deck: "Put on your clothes."

I opened the suitcase, but inside were not my clothes, but a pair of high-top leather boots, garter belts, black
stockings, a leather corset, a chastity belt, a steel collar, steel handcuffs and shackles, several
ropes, a vibrator, a double-headed vibrator, and other perverted things! I was so terrified I trembled
uncontrollably unable to move, just sobbing with my head down. The man waited a moment, then shouted impatiently, "You
little bitch, you look like you've never been disciplined, just another troublemaker! Inoue, Nagano,
come help her!" At the sound of his voice, two burly men jumped over and roughly lifted my delicate body…

First, they put a black, tight corset on me, binding the belt tightly around my
elegant waist, making it hard for me to breathe. Then they… They grabbed my long hair, wrapped a hemp rope around my beautiful neck
, around my upper arms, and tightly circled it several times over my breasts, then several more times under them.
Another rope was threaded through my cleavage and tied to the rope binding my breasts, making my white, beautiful breasts
stand proudly erect due to the binding. That rope was also tightly wrapped around my neck, tied in a knot at the back of my head. Then, the remaining two ropes
were lewdly wrapped tightly around my waist. Most pitifully, they turned on the vibrator, coldly shoving it into my tender, red
vagina, all the way to the bottom! Then they tied several large knots in the rope that had come down from my waist, pulling it
down , pressing down on my clitoris and anus, blocking the exit of the vibrator in my vagina, and then tying it tightly around my lower back, causing me
to moan softly in pain and pleasure! The leather chastity belt was tightened and locked behind my back. The bottom of the chastity belt was also
locked with a lock. With the sound of the lock, I believed that my freedom had been taken away by others. The vibrating dildo made me
tremble and bend over. But the two men rudely straightened my body, locked a collar around my neck,
handcuffed me behind my back, tied a garter belt around my waist, put long stockings and high-heeled leather boots on me, and locked my feet in shackles. A
chain hung down from the collar behind my neck, connecting to the handcuffs and shackles locked behind me. About twenty centimeters of the chain remained
, securing a heavy iron ball. Under the oppressive weight of these restraints, I collapsed painfully onto the armor. The man then
used a rope to tightly bind my handcuffed wrists, passing it through the rope behind my back and tying it into a knot, forcing
my arms close to my upper back. The other end passed through my lower back and tied to my thighs, twisting my shackled legs
backward , bringing my thighs and calves close together, binding the rope tightly between my thighs. Thus, I became a
beautiful piece of wood, only able to groan and weep. But soon, even the right to groan was taken away: a gag
was placed over my mouth, its strap connected to the strap behind my head and passing through my nose, pressing tightly against my head.
A lock then secured it!

"It seems Miss hasn't had this experience before, then I apologize for my rudeness!"

After saying this, the tall man who had carried me out of the car slowly walked over and instructed two other men
to pull down a thick rope from the mast, thread it through the ropes binding me, and test the balance.
Because of the iron ball locked under my feet, my lower body was a bit heavy, so the man adjusted the rope.

With a wave of the leader's hand, a series of creaking sounds rang out, and thus, I—a
beautiful,
well-proportioned, extremely exhausted young girl whose face was flushed red from shame and the numbness and pleasure I had never experienced before, bound tightly by ropes and chains, with a gag over my head, and a vibrating dildo inserted into my vagina by a chastity belt
—was helplessly dragged across the deck by two men, bypassing the ropes fixed to the mast
.

A sharp pain shot through my feet. The iron ball, also dragged by the chains locked to the steel shackles, was
being pulled along , the ball's cruel weight sent a sharp, piercing pain through my ankle! Although my high-heeled boots provided some protection,
they did little to lessen the agony. The intense pleasure emanating from my genitals stimulated my nerves, a torment I couldn't
utter a sound of. My juices silently seeped from the edge of the chastity belt, staining my inner thighs and
trickling down my stockings to my knees. I desperately writhed at my immobile limbs, saliva
dripping from my mouth onto my nails, forming a glistening line in the sunlight!

Suddenly, I felt a lightness in my body as I was hoisted up by ropes. The iron ball also flew through the air, mercilessly pulling
my ankles downwards. A mix of pain, shame, fear, and pleasure welled up in my eyes,
and with the swaying of the ship and the pull of the ropes and the iron ball, I swayed precariously in the air.
Slowly I was lifted to the top of the mast. I opened my blurry eyes, and through my long, drooping hair, the entire ship was
within my sight. All around me was the vast ocean, and apart from a few seabirds, there was no other life. Moving objects.

Loneliness surrounded me, and the face of Kawahara-kun floated into my mind. I wanted to shout Kawahara-kun's name,
but only sobs came out. With the relentless churning of the vibrator I couldn't escape, my fragile nerves
reached their limit. The pain in my body vanished without a trace, and the sea in my eyes suddenly
became incredibly beautiful. My body felt like it was floating on clouds, as if in a dream. My clitoris
was hard as iron from engorgement, and my blood boiled as if it were boiling over, rushing to my head. My head and body
struggled, yearning to stretch and alleviate the torment, but the ropes and chains binding me were deeply embedded in my beautiful body, giving me
no space for freedom. Instead, they intensified the torment. Every capillary was swollen, every
muscle was spasming, causing my body to tremble violently as I floated uncontrollably. Kawahara-kun's
image flashed before my eyes, and my nectar gushed out wildly, dripping down. Waves of dizziness came one after another.
I gathered all my strength in my only outlet—my throat—and let out a long, hoarse, trembling
whimper, like the howl of a wild beast, filled with pleasure. An orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced before swept over me like a typhoon
, like a heavy hammer hitting the back of my head. My nerves spun uncontrollably. Kawahara-kun
disappeared in a blinding light, followed immediately by boundless darkness. In this
torment of switching between heaven and hell, my body was weak and powerless, and I fainted again…

The cold suddenly woke me up. I had been hanging on this high mast for about a whole day. "Am I still alive?"

I wondered. There was no moonlight; the sea was pitch black, with only faint lights emanating from the cabin.
Sadly, I am still alive. I can faintly hear the men's wild, raucous laughter. My numb body seems to have left
me; only my tear-dried face can feel the biting sea wind of the night. The
gag
in my mouth is still stubbornly clinging to it, making my teeth ache terribly. My throat, devoid of saliva, feels like it's on fire. The vibrator inserted into my lower body has stopped turning, and
the pain still
lingers in my mind. I try to move my limbs, but besides the excruciating pain, my efforts only allow my numb body to sway slightly under the restraints of the ropes. Hearing
the distant laughter, the overwhelming pain, loss, and loneliness make my tears fall again. I
want to die, but the tight restraints have taken even this last little right from me! Helpless and anxious
, I let out a hoarse, heart-wrenching cry. My desperate struggles caused the wooden mast
to . A strange sensation came from the friction between the vibrator and my vagina, which was tightly pressed between my thighs.
This sensation caused all the muscles in my body to tense up. The struggle of my limbs and the rocking
of the ship made my body bob violently. Another orgasm came, but the pleasure was quickly
replaced God, when will this end?

My cries startled the men in the cabin. After a moment of silence, I vaguely saw several dark figures emerge from the cabin.
After exchanging a few words in hushed tones, I felt my body slowly fall with a hoarse sound. Soon, the excruciating pain of my breasts, which were bound and squeezed by seven or eight
ropes as thick as my little finger, touching the deck told me that I was
no longer like a kite floating in mid-air.

After being tossed and turned by the men several times, my body relaxed considerably. However, the sluggish
blood flow brought me needle-like pain. After a while, the pain subsided, and I opened my eyes.
The annoying gag in my mouth had been removed, the massage stick was no longer rubbing against my genitals, and the ropes binding my hands and feet had been untied.
Even my hands could now hang limply beside my beautiful body lying on the armor—the handcuffs were off
!

Although there was still a steel collar around my neck, and the chain locked to the collar was still connected to the shackles and iron balls, it was already incredibly gratifying for me after being
imprisoned for so long. Several large feet wearing wooden clogs were dangling in front of me,
and the aroma of rice balls wafted from the sea breeze. Looking closely, I saw a food box still steaming and
a water jug . I remained silent, enjoying the pleasant feeling of relaxation, ignoring
the burning gazes shooting from behind me.

After a long, long time, I was lifted up by two men. The hatch opened, and I was finally no longer exposed to the sea wind.
The two men placed me in the cabin, gently raised my hands in front of me, then handcuffed me, locked
the chain , and then locked the chain to an iron ring on the cabin wall. They placed food within my reach,
covered me with a blanket, and quietly withdrew.

The relief of my relaxed body gave me a chance to ponder the questions that had plagued me all day: Who were these people? They said it was a murder gang,
yet they tortured me but didn't kill me; they said it was bandits, yet none of them sexually assaulted me
. Where would I go next? And these people seemed very disciplined, as if they had been trained. Could they be the Red Army?
But even though they were cruel, they wouldn't target a girl with no background without reason!

I forced myself to sit up despite the pain, and with trembling hands, I picked up the slightly warm water cup and took a few sips to quench my
parched throat. I was still bound by ropes that tied my breasts and upper body, a tightly bound corset,
a chastity belt that was open at the bottom but locked at the waist, and high boots that were shackled on my feet. I wanted to take some of these off, but when I thought of
the leader 's cold face, I didn't dare to do so. So I just slumped back down and lay down as far as I could to keep my body as comfortable as possible, and
fell into a deep sleep.

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