Bamboo Lashes and the Winning Bid
At the host's signal, the yakuza rolled back the tatami mats in the corner. As three or four mats were lifted, a collection of blatantly perverse tools came into view—items clearly meant for BDSM play, twisted enough to make anyone blush. They connected the tools to the ceiling beams, and soon several chains dangled limply from above.
Then Yujin was dragged in, still bound in those red ropes from earlier. Her once-flawless white skin was now marred with angry red bruises. The yakuza hooked the chains to her outstretched arms.
"Hoist her up!"
At the host's command, the men on either side yanked the chains with all their might. A harsh creak-creak echoed through the room as the metal links ground together. Yujin's body, half-crouched in resistance, slowly rose into the air. Her frame sagged under the strain. Moments later, her arms were wrenched halfway out of their sockets, her heels barely scraping the floor. She stood precariously on tiptoe, her face contorted in terror and agony.
"My... my arms are going to pop out! Please, stop!"
The sight of such a beautiful woman screaming through a twisted grimace was exquisite, but these men weren't the type to be satisfied with mere visuals. They jeered in thick, aroused tones.
"What comes next, I wonder?"
It was a perfectly natural question. As the host paused dramatically, Tojima Samaoka voiced his greed first.
"How about shaving off every hair on her body? Turn her into a smooth, bald mountain for us to admire."
"You fool who knows nothing—how could you suggest such nonsense? A woman's true perfection lies in her natural hair."
Their pointless bickering escalated until the host finally grinned.
"That's a matter of taste, isn't it? So we won't do that. But this... this is different, wouldn't you agree?"
In the host's hand gleamed a slender bamboo cane, its surface a deep blue. At the sight, both men smiled wickedly. Only Yujin betrayed her mounting dread.
Thwack! The bamboo struck her ass with vicious force, sending ripples through the soft flesh.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Yujin threw her head back, shrieking as her awkward suspension made her tremble all the more alluringly. Each subsequent swing of the cane drew fresh screams—cries laced with pain and unwilling moans. In any normal setting, such sounds might make listeners flinch, but this crowd savored her agony like fine classical music.
"How about stripping her bare now?"
Yamato Guruchi, his face flushed with barely contained lust, made the suggestion. Tojima nodded eagerly in agreement.
"Yeah, strip her! She's been eating rich food next to Kenchi all this time—she must have an incredible figure. You can tell just from what we see now."
But even for these high-rolling bidders, the host was firm in refusal.
"Regrettably, you'll have to wait until after the auction to see more for yourselves."
Though their desire burned hot, thoughts of the auction house rules left them with grudging disappointment. That's when Tojima leaned in and whispered to Yamato. The proposal must have appealed, for Yamato nodded.
"500 million yen."
The staggering sum dropped like a bomb, but Tojima showed no reaction—just a smug smile. Even as the host prompted, "Any higher bids?" Tojima remained silent. The host counted down the mandatory ten seconds. With no challenge forthcoming, he slammed the gavel.
"Sold! The slave Yujin goes to Yamato Guruchi."
"This auction is final and binding."
With procedures complete, the host handed Yamato the contract. Yamato scanned it with a satisfied nod—likely a full transfer of Yujin's rights, sealing her dark fate.
Now, with nothing standing in his way, Yamato wasted no time groping Yujin freely. He kneaded her face, breasts, ass—every inch of her body. Tojima approached and plucked the contract from his hand, quietly adding his signature.
"Per our agreement, she's jointly ours now."
"Understood."
"We'll split by the month— you take the first two weeks, I take the next. And later..."
"Right, which means she's mine for now."
Yamato raised a hand, signaling Tojima to back off. True to the deal, Tojima retreated.
"I'll collect her in two weeks."
"Do as you like."
Yamato barely nodded, his eyes locked on Yujin, brimming with the urge to ravage her right then. But decorum held; he couldn't indulge here. He ordered her lowered from her suspension.
"Take her home. Now."
His burly men efficiently hauled her away like cargo—which, of course, she now was.
Soon after, in the basement of Yamato's grand mansion—a chamber proving his sadism, filled with perverse tools amid dim tatami shadows. Yet nothing drew the eye like the woman in pristine white lingerie sprawled there. Her kimono and black undergarments were gone, replaced by this provocative set—though by whom, she couldn't say. She lay helpless as Yamato, drunk on her sweet scent, roamed his hands over her obsessively. Where the lace didn't cover, her porcelain skin gleamed flawlessly.
Yujin longed to scream in despair, but the rag stuffed in her mouth silenced her. His hand reached her overflowing breasts, the touch impossibly soft.
"Heh heh, worth every yen. Even at twenty-seven, her skin rivals any twenty-year-old's—maybe softer."
Yujin's body embodied raw sensuality, ripe and glistening with forbidden allure—a perfect specimen of womanhood, like an untouchable work of art. She twisted desperately to evade his fingers, but the handcuffs chaining her to the wall limited her. Each futile struggle clinked metallically through the basement, fueling his sadistic hunger. Somehow, her scent now carried the musk of arousal.
His hand crept toward her most intimate areas, fondling the plush swell of her belly. Drool gathered at his lips.
"Such tender fat. What did she eat to sculpt a body like this?"
"Shut... up..."
Only muffled whimpers escaped her gag. The way her fat clung so enticingly was masterful. He could only marvel.
"Time to strip you completely."
Not that she wore much already—but it hardly mattered.
"Want to do it yourself?"
No audible reply, but he could guess: curses like "fuck off." Anticipating as much, he tugged the tie at her waist. Traditional Japanese lingerie like this fell open with a single pull, baring everything. Sensing his intent, Yujin shuddered violently.
"Get your hands off, you bastard."
"Soon you'll be naked as the day you were born. Bet you were a beauty even then."
Slither. The white sash loosened, revealing her plump ass and shapely hips. The cleft between her cheeks traced a hypnotic, breath-stealing curve. With the lingerie fully discarded, her full mound appeared, shadowed by dark pubic hair that Yamato found utterly charming.
His fingers toyed with the curls, a soft rustle accompanying each stroke. Yujin writhed in protest.
"You've already fucked Kenchi plenty—why act like some virgin prude? So insolent. Time you learned your place, slut."
Irritated by her resistance, he pried at her clenched thighs with brute force.