Hellish Mother-Daughter Degradation (2)
Mitsuki, stuffed full of maggots in both her holes, kept twitching uncontrollably from the relentless itching. The unbearable itch radiating from deep inside her pussy and asshole was something no one could endure.
Watching her, the lawmakers and Tojima roared with laughter as they clinked their glasses. Their appetizers were Yujin the plaything and Mitsuki writhing in agony just to hold back the itch. Who could believe these were once the family of a high-ranking politician? But this was stark reality.
Yoshida, groping Yujin's body freely, turned his gaze to Mitsuki. "How long do you think you can hold out?"
His question sounded like some twisted experiment. Mitsuki let out a whimpering moan as she replied. Those experienced in maggot play knew full well: even at her limit, she'd last maybe thirty minutes tops. Without removing the maggots, they kept secreting that itching toxin, ensuring the torment never faded. It wouldn't end until she tearfully begged them to pull them out herself—snot and drool streaming down her face. And sure enough, Mitsuki was already drooling uncontrollably.
"…I was wrong. …I won't curse anymore. Please, just take these out…"
She must have thought her plea would make them remove the maggots. But contrary to her hopes, Yoshida approached and began stirring them around inside her front and back. Even staying still was torture as the maggots scraped every inch of her mucous membranes—it was only natural for the itch to drive her insane.
No woman—no person—could withstand this.
"How about shaking that ass a bit more to get us in the mood?" one of the lawmakers said, slapping Mitsuki's ass cheek with a sharp smack.
The maggots wouldn't stop itching until they were removed. And to wash away the residue, she'd need an enema.
"Feeling itchy, Miss Mitsuki?"
Mitsuki couldn't bring herself to answer and just nodded.
"Want me to make it stop?"
"…Yes."
"And what will you give me in return? The world runs on quid pro quo, you know. If you want something, you pay the price."
"…I'll do anything. Please, just make this pain stop."
"A promise, then."
Yoshida pulled the maggots from her holes. Sticky strings of her arousal clung to them, stretching out obscenely. But even after removal, the itching lingered, and Mitsuki began to sob pitifully.
"It itches… Please, scratch it for me. Please fix me…"
Her face twisted in madness as she screamed.
"No helping it. Bring the enema kit."
Mitsuki blinked in disbelief, doubting her own ears. "An enema…?"
"How else are we supposed to wash away that itch?"
A massive syringe and a bottle of enema solution appeared before her. Mitsuki screamed in desperation. "No! Don't do that!"
Yujin, seeing the enema kit, could only pray silently for Mitsuki's sake. She'd been through it herself. In fact, they might have deliberately pushed her to this abyss for exactly this reason.
"She says no—should we shove the maggots back in?"
Tojima chuckled at Yoshida's question. "Sir, women always say that, but deep down they love it when you do. Every girl I've had was the same, and Yujin too."
Tojima glared at Mitsuki. "Besides, these bitches are livestock now. They obey their master's word. If we don't break her in now, she'll be a hassle to keep as a pet later."
"Can't have that."
Yoshida filled the syringe to the brim with enema fluid and brought it to Mitsuki's asshole. He caressed the rim slowly, letting out a sigh of admiration. "So plump and perfect. A truly flawless hole."
It was swollen and red from the maggots' torment, but its shape was impeccably smooth and beautiful.
"Please don't do anything perverted like that."
"What are you talking about, Miss Mitsuki? You're the one who begged us to stop the itching."
"Still… I hate that…"
"Then let's make it democratic. Everyone here who thinks Miss Mitsuki needs an enema, raise your hand."
Of course, every single one raised their hand.
"A unanimous verdict. Looks like we have no choice."
Mitsuki felt utterly wronged. In this situation, the vote was rigged from the start.
In the end, Yoshida pressed the enema nozzle against her asshole. The cold metal tip made her thigh muscles spasm and tremble. Her face froze in terror—the once-beautiful features long since warped by fear.
"No, I hate it…!"
"Just accept it. Livestock go through this all the time anyway."
Yoshida slipped another cushion under her ass, splaying her cheeks wide like a blooming chrysanthemum. Her lowered waist arched her back even more.
"So this is what a young lady's asshole looks like. Shame we can't torment Yujin's too."
Yujin bowed her head under Yoshida's lecherous stare.
"Since it's a shame, let's at least film it for later. We might want to share."
"D-don't film it!"
Flash.
The camera strobed, and Mitsuki broke into sobs. But to these demons, it was nothing.
"Normally you'd be on all fours ass-up for an enema, but doing it bound like this isn't bad either."
"Yeah, we get a great view of her face!"
"Shall we start pumping it in?"
"Let's."
Yoshida smeared cream around her asshole for smooth insertion. "A twenty-two-year-old's hole… like a fresh spring sprout."
At the same time, cold fluid gushed from the nozzle, flooding her bowels. Mitsuki wailed like a hunted beast.
The humiliation of being enema'd. The shame of all these men watching. It all contorted her face.
Tojima filmed every second.
"If you don't want repeats, hold it in good. If it's not clean, we'll do it again!"
"Look at her squirm—isn't it beautiful?"
Tears streamed down Mitsuki's cheeks. Her mind was too flooded with shame for any coherent thought.
"Reminds me of when Yujin got hers. She put up quite the fight."
Tojima mused wistfully, and Yoshida smacked Mitsuki's ass. "Hear that? Can't lose to Mommy."
They told her to hold it, then tickled her pussy to make it impossible.
"Now we watch. This is where it gets fun."
"She'll burst soon—look how hard she's clenching."
Sure enough, Mitsuki twisted her body, thighs squeezing together desperately against the building pressure.
"Miss Mitsuki, if you can't hold it, ask nicely to use the bathroom."
"Ugh…"
Time dragged on, and Mitsuki's face turned deathly pale—she couldn't hold much longer.
"…Please, the bathroom…"
"Already? The maggot residue probably isn't fully flushed yet."
They stalled with excuses. But when her face drained to blue, they relented.
"Bring the potty."
The potty placed before her was tiny, like a toy for children's pretend play.
"This is a people-only restroom. No facilities for livestock. If you want the potty, beg for it."
"…That's ridiculous… Stop torturing me…"
"Spill any on the floor, and you'll clean it yourself. Lick it all up."
"P-please… give me the potty. I beg you."
Mitsuki trembled and gasped. She had no strength left to endure.
Yoshida grinned wickedly as he positioned the potty under her ass.
"Gotta film this. A beauty crying while shitting? Priceless—worth paying for."
Mitsuki looked too drained to resist as Tojima aimed the camera, smirking.
"D-don't!"
Her asshole bulged, then erupted with a grotesque splatter. Mercifully, nothing splashed out. Mitsuki sighed in relief at that much.
"Beautiful, Miss Mitsuki. Want to see?"
As Yoshida reached for a cloth to wipe her, someone interjected.
"Sir, don't wipe for her. Make the livestock beg for cleanup."
"Right you are."
Staring her down, he waited. Trembling, Mitsuki whispered, "…Please clean me up."
"Very well."
Only after her plea did they finish the cleanup.
With the reception over, the lawmakers left laughing under Tojima's escort. After that, no voices in Japan opposed the Livestock Law anymore.