Mother and Daughter Fallen as Livestock (2)
"An important job?"
What on earth could he mean? She couldn't even begin to guess.
At that moment, Tojima chuckled and pointed at the bound woman.
"This is the woman who'll be doing the same job as you from now on. What she does is exactly what you'll be doing."
Mitsuki exploded in fury.
"You think I'm gonna do that kind of shit?!"
"Heh heh, we'll see about that."
Tojima slapped the bound woman's ass hard.
"Hnnnghh!"
The woman twitched in what seemed like blissful pleasure.
"More importantly, it's been a while since you saw your family. Aren't you happy?"
"What?"
Family? No way—that woman tied up like that?
Now that he mentioned it, the woman started to look familiar. The black hair she knew so well, the overall build—it matched the woman she remembered.
"No fucking way—that bitch is my stepmom?!"
Tojima nodded.
Mitsuki couldn't help but be stunned. The woman she'd always suspected of contributing to her father's death was here, captured like this. And in such a vulgar, degrading state.
"Ha... haha! I knew it. I knew she was trash like this!!"
Mitsuki started screaming like she'd lost her mind.
"Should've seen it when she was wagging her tail like a dog—knew she'd end up like this!"
But Mitsuki's laughter didn't last long.
Tojima's secretary approached and began groping her body.
"What the—get off me!"
Despite Mitsuki's frantic protests laced with screams, the secretary undid her belt and started pulling down her skirt.
"Kyaa! Get away, you pervert!"
As Mitsuki's underwear came into view, the men gathered around erupted in cheers.
"That girl's got a nice, slender figure—not bad at all."
"Shame, though. I prefer something more voluptuous."
"Don't worry. We'll turn her into a proper livestock body. She's one of the first mother-daughter livestock pairs, after all. Gotta put in the extra effort."
Mitsuki shrieked nonstop every time a hand touched her. Hanging in the air, Yujin could roughly grasp the situation from the sounds alone and shed silent tears. But there was nothing she could do against these filthy demons.
I'm sorry... Mitsuki.
Meanwhile, Tojima and Ryosuke drooled over Mitsuki, now down to her underwear.
"From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I figured she'd be a handful, but this is way better than expected."
Mitsuki was wearing thin lingerie that barely concealed her pussy and nipples.
"Should I strip off her underwear right now?"
Tojima shook his head at the secretary's question.
"No, you gotta heat 'em up slow before stripping them bare."
The secretary—Tomiza—approached Mitsuki and began removing her shoes and socks first, leaving her underwear intact. Of course, even that felt like the touch of a demon.
He stripped her slowly, flicking at her sensitive spots along the way. Each time, she let out unwilling moans and jerked in revulsion.
"That bra can come off now, I think."
As Tojima pointed at the black bra, the secretary fetched scissors and snipped the straps.
Snap.
The straps fell away, the bra dropped, and Mitsuki's perky breasts bounced free. They were impressive even compared to Yujin's—not small by any means. Topped with thick nipples, the areolas were quite large, not quite the untouched look of a virgin in her twenties.
"Hic... you bastards... I'll kill you all."
Her nipples must have been a trauma trigger; the moment they were exposed, Mitsuki started sniffling through tears.
But that crying didn't last. Tojima immediately pinched her nipples hard.
"Hnnngggaaah!!!"
He gripped both nipples tight, twisting slightly, and Mitsuki let out a moan mixed with tears. The watching men's eyes glazed over with wet lust. Tojima felt his own crotch stirring. There was nothing more beautiful than a woman wailing in agony.
Tojima pressed his lips to Mitsuki's without hesitation.
Mmwah.
Mitsuki tried to recoil from the nauseating sensation, but she couldn't block the invading tongue. In the end, she accepted it. And in that moment, Tojima slipped a small pill into her mouth.
Unaware, Mitsuki just waited as the pill dissolved and spread through her body.
Once it kicked in, a red flush bloomed across her face. The same nipple touch elicited a wildly different reaction.
"Hnnnngh~."
"...Pfft, moaning like a slut while getting her tits groped in front of men. Mother and daughter, cut from the same cloth."
With her arms bound, Mitsuki could only shed tears as her face slackened, shame slowly coloring her features.
"Haah~."
Every nipple tweak drew a despairing cry from Mitsuki. But the demons didn't stop.
"Her skin's nicer than expected."
"She's been eating the best thanks to Kenchi since she was a kid."
"True that!"
The demons laughed, eyeing Mitsuki as she trembled in humiliation. She looked like a sculpture on display.
"All prepped now. Everyone, pay attention."
At the secretary's words, Tojima and Ryosuke's gazes locked on. The secretary slowly tugged down Mitsuki's panties.
"...Don't."
Mitsuki bit her lip and tensed her legs, but they came off anyway. Her resistance only fueled the demons' sadism.
"Time to go fully naked. How's it feel?"
"...Shut up."
"Feisty one. Breaking girls like you is the best part."
As the panties slid to her thighs, Mitsuki's bush came into view. Black and stark against her dyed blonde hair.
"Figured the carpet matched the blonde drapes, but nope."
"Come on, Prime Minister. That's just Western girls. Fakes like her don't go that far."
"Now that you mention it."
"All of you shut up... how much more humiliation do you plan to heap on me?"
Ryosuke approached at her cursing and slapped her cheek.
The sharp sting made her head snap, and tears welled up. She'd never imagined they'd hit her like this.
"Shut your mouth, you livestock bitch. You're not human anymore. Look."
A document thrust in front of Mitsuki's eyes. Her photo was clearly attached.
"That photo..."
It was from her time in America, snapped at a club. No idea how it ended up here. Next to it, her details were listed.
"Livestock No. 2... Mitsuki?"
"That's your new status. Run all you want—you're not a Japanese citizen anymore. Second-class at best."
"No way... that's impossible..."
Mitsuki broke into sobs, howling in regret. She wished she'd never come back to Japan. Too late now, of course.
"Gotta unwrap the full package."
The black lace panties slid down her plump thighs. The secretary removed them completely, then held them up and flipped the crotch inside out.
"She's wet. Fresh pussy juice from just now."
"Pfft, getting soaked from all this? Must run in the blood—total sluts."
"Maybe the perfect lineage for livestock."
"Just in case, shove that in her mouth."
Tojima pointed at the panties; the secretary promptly gagged Mitsuki with them and secured it.
"Mmmph! Mrrgh!"
Her mouth was sealed again. Now even biting her tongue in shame was impossible.
"Shall we open her up?"
At Tojima's gesture, the secretary pried apart Mitsuki's clenched legs. She strained hard, but a punch to her lower belly made her spread them wide.
Pussy juice trickled down her thighs. The drug's fault, of course—but they didn't care. It was all to humiliate her. From now on, Mitsuki had to become a lewd livestock.
Ryosuke stepped up and stroked her pussy.
"Mmm-hnn!"
Mitsuki twitched at the ticklish sensation, but Ryosuke was firm.
"Not a virgin, so why act like one?"
Tears streamed down Mitsuki's face under their gazes.
"I've always wondered what kind of pussy the daughter of political heavyweight Kenchi has."
At last, Mitsuki's pussy was bared to all. Shame made her tremble violently; fear stiffened her body rigid.
But Ryosuke's fingers headed straight for it.
"Nice and slick. Feels soft enough."
"Hnnngh."
His stroking flushed her face red. Her pussy exposed, stroked by a strange man in utter humiliation—Mitsuki wanted to die. She'd rather they kill her than endure this.
But the demons' response was unanimous.
"No, Miss Mitsuki. You've got work to do. Only you and Yujin can handle it."