Mother and Daughter Fallen to Livestock (3)
"Truth is, I've been coveting this little body since she was a kid. Finally getting to hold it in my arms."
Tojima leered with greedy lust as he groped Mitsuki's body.
"You're quite the pervert."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
To Mitsuki, Tojima was like a picture-perfect rice cake soaked in her mother's bloodline—something he'd never dared touch because she was his friend's daughter. And now, he was finally embracing the Mitsuki of his dreams. Of course, fearing any resistance, her arms and legs were bound, and a gag stuffed her mouth.
As Tojima kneaded her breasts, Mitsuki twitched and let out muffled curses barely audible through the gag.
"Look at these soft tits. Her mother had such a fuckable body too."
"Then make her your plaything tonight, Tojima. Starting tomorrow, we'll begin her proper livestockization."
"Excellent idea."
Ryosuke had already unbound Yujin and seated her beside him, her lower body wrapped only in a thin diaper. The blindfold over her eyes and the ring gag in her mouth remained. Unlike Mitsuki, who needed restraints to stay still, Yujin—after years of rigorous training—sat obediently without them. She knew all too well that pointless struggling only brought her pain.
Ryosuke slid a finger into her gaping mouth through the ring gag, rubbing the inside. Saliva clung to his finger, stretching in lewd strands.
"Seeing this, I can't hold back."
Ryosuke freed his cock and slowly pushed it into her open mouth.
"Slurp... mmmph."
Yujin, still reeling from intense stimulation moments ago, didn't resist. She licked the invading shaft with her tongue.
Treating her mouth like a masturbation toy, Ryosuke reached down and peeled off the diaper from her lower abdomen.
"This pussy... it looks delicious."
"Exactly. Rub it, and she squirts hot juices like she's in heaven."
With the diaper removed, Yujin's pussy glistened, dripping wet.
"You want it stuffed, don't you?"
Yujin nodded quietly.
"Then let's have some fun."
Dozens of beads studded Ryosuke's cock. Women who'd experienced it fell into two categories: those who suffered agony and swore never again, or those who craved it obsessively in bliss. Sadly, Yujin was the latter. Her threshold for pleasure, honed by endless training, let her savor its true delights.
"Hah! Ahh! Hnngh!"
As Yujin wailed in mad ecstasy, cresting to orgasm, Mitsuki—who'd been doll-like till now—suddenly thrashed and shuddered.
"What's wrong?"
Mitsuki didn't answer Tojima's question. Then he remembered her mouth was gagged. Removing it, she whimpered and spoke.
"...I-I need to pee. Please let me go to the bathroom."
"Ah, that."
Seeing his reaction, Mitsuki pleaded harder.
"Yes... please."
"Right, we don't want her pissing herself mid-fun. Bring the secretary."
Mitsuki, hoping for a bathroom trip, trembled at the basin the secretary carried.
"Wh-what's that...?"
"What else? Your toilet. How about pissing standing up for fun?"
"What...?"
"I said piss standing up. Or just let it go right here—though it'll stink like hell."
"If you have no intention of using it, I'll remove the basin."
Tears welled in Mitsuki's eyes at the secretary's urging.
"N-not even allowed to go to the bathroom...?"
"Of course not. Livestock move only by their owner's will and command. From now on, behave like an obedient dog or cat."
Ryosuke snorted at Tojima's words.
"Exactly. Livestock thinking about bathrooms."
"Can't have that. Secretary, help Mitsuki."
The secretary approached with the basin and pressed it firmly against Mitsuki's lower abdomen.
"Relax and let it out. Holding too long is bad for you."
"D-don't do this... please."
"Gonna hold it forever? If you piss yourself, we'll remove your bladder right then."
"What?"
Removing her bladder? Mitsuki couldn't bear imagining it.
"Yeah, without a bladder, piss flows straight out nonstop. It'll run down your thighs constantly, and you'll reek of urine forever."
"Please don't do that."
"Then do as you're told."
But terror-stricken Mitsuki couldn't go. No matter how she tried, physiology wouldn't cooperate.
The secretary stepped in again.
"I'll help you pee."
She began tickling the urethra above Mitsuki's pussy.
Mitsuki shrieked in childish panic.
"I'll pee! I'll do it, so stop tickling thereee!!"
Stimulated, Mitsuki unleashed a yellow stream into the basin.
"Don't watch! I said don't look!"
But these men had no intention of missing a fresh twenty-something woman urinating. They pressed their faces close to the basin, watching every detail. The stream hit the bottom with splashes; Mitsuki twitched visibly.
"What a refreshing stream!"
"This is why youth is great."
The flow stopped. The secretary fetched a cloth and meticulously wiped Mitsuki's lower parts.
"Since the chairman will use it, I'll clean it thoroughly."
"Good, make it spotless. I don't fancy licking piss smells."
"Feels nice and relieved now, doesn't it, Miss Mitsuki?"
Mitsuki bit her lip, face flushed, ignoring Tojima. The humiliation of forced excretion shook her.
"Don't act so haughty. Tonight, you'll get plenty of my love."
When Mitsuki stayed silent, Tojima roughly squeezed her breasts again.
"Eeeek!"
"S-sorry! Please don't pinch!"
"That's better. Gotta stay spirited for livestock training tomorrow."
That night, Mitsuki became Tojima's exclusive woman, tormented till dawn. She didn't sleep a wink.
Morning came. As Ryosuke dressed, he said to Tojima,
"She was crying out till dawn last night."
"She didn't hate it. By morning, the cries turned to moans of pleasure."
"Sounds like she's nicely tamed. Start proper training today. Enough so she can handle an interview later."
"Understood."
Ryosuke left. Tojima approached Yujin and Mitsuki with summoned trainers. The pair, used as toys, were chained in a barn-like space.
"Feed them first."
At Tojima's order, a small dog bowl filled with foul-smelling food scraps arrived.
"Open wide and chew thoroughly."
It was porridge-like mush, but the stench was vile.
Still, hunger won. Yujin and Mitsuki buried their faces and ate.
The sight of the near-naked women lapping from a floor bowl was hilarious.
After the humiliating breakfast, Tojima told them,
"From today, say 'Thank you for the meal' after eating."
"...Thank you for the meal."
Yujin spoke first. Tojima praised her, gently stroking her breasts. Soon, Mitsuki whimpered the same.
"Now, off to the farm."
Their eyes screamed, What was this barn then? But no answers came.
"Can we load them in the car?"
The secretary shook her head.
"Too risky—might get pulled over."
"Then what?"
"Trunk?"
"Not bad. Do that."
"In case they make noise, you know."
"Yes, sir."
Tojima left. The secretary approached with small gags.
"Open your mouths."
To silence them. How to describe this wretched despair? Yujin and Mitsuki bowed their heads; the secretary urged,
"No time. Say ahh."
"Please... something to cover us..."
"You'll strip again there anyway."
"At least the bottom..."
"Quiet. Get in, or we'll force you."
As she proffered the gags, Yujin and Mitsuki closed their eyes and opened wide in resignation. Gagged, ankles bound, the secretary hoisted them into the car trunk.
Tojima smiled, confirming them stuffed inside.
"Behave yourselves."