Shiori's Submission to the Impassable Black Wall
At the words of Johnson, the second livestock secretary, Shiori took a step back. She had instinctively realized that talking here would bring her great trouble. But she couldn't run. There was nowhere to escape in the chairman's office first of all, and even if she tried, her opponent knew everything about her anyway. In the end, it would be a utterly meaningless action.
Shiori gave up on fleeing. And then Johnson approached her. She had felt it even from afar, but up close, his imposing bulk was far more intimidating. Her husband Fuji wasn't small by any means. For a Japanese man, he was tall and, thanks to consistent exercise, boasted a solid physique among his peers. But Johnson was different. The moment he approached, she instinctively knew. This wasn't even comparable. There were walls in the world that couldn't be overcome. And that wall was the racial barrier she felt right now.
She couldn't escape it. Her insides screamed it over and over.
"First, let me explain your position, Shiori."
Johnson grabbed her wrist with his thick hand and slowly began dragging her along. The place they arrived at had a large square bed. Scattered nearby were tools fitted with needles, and the bed itself held nothing—no objects at all. Just a soft, plush mattress.
Johnson shoved Shiori onto the bed as if tossing her and fetched something from the desk. It was a thick box stuffed full of condoms.
"I heard the requirement is contraception. So I'll use a condom."
She could guess what was about to happen now.
"……."
"Don't like it? This is just an extension of your duties. You have no choice if you want to do your job."
"No, it's fine."
"Good, you accept it quickly. Your predecessor held out until the end and broke completely."
"……I hope that doesn't happen to me."
"If you follow along nicely, it won't."
Johnson flashed an uneasy smile, like a warning.
"You've served the chairman before, right? Do the same this time. The only difference is that I'm the one in charge."
Johnson smirked lightly as he unzipped his pants. When the thing that emerged came into view, Shiori's face twisted in near-horror. The chairman's had been impressively huge for a Japanese man. But Johnson's was on another level. It looked easily as long as his elbow, covered in bumpy protrusions. Just looking at it was enough to make anyone recoil.
"First time seeing one like this? Your husband's inadequate, huh?"
Johnson grinned at her.
"……He's not."
In Shiori's mind, Fuji wasn't lacking. But she had no time for deeper thoughts. Johnson roughly tore off the clothes of the prone Shiori. Her ample breasts spilled out, jiggling. He licked the flesh and began sucking noisily.
"Ngh!"
"Sensitive, huh. Making sounds like this just from sucking?"
"……Nooo."
"Just accept it. Everyone who resisted like you melted in pleasure the moment I put this in."
Johnson stripped off her lower half. When her skirt came down and he saw the panties buzzing with vibration, he couldn't hold back his laughter.
"……As expected from the chairman with his twisted tastes. This time it's this, huh."
Johnson casually ran a finger over Shiori's panties, as if familiar with it.
"Ughhh!"
It might have been a casual gesture or one with intent, but either way, it succeeded in stimulating her. Fluids gushed out, soaking the panties. Licking his lips at the sight, Johnson smacked his mouth.
"Did you cum? Or piss yourself?"
"……."
"Don't want to answer? Fine, I get it. You'll be begging soon enough anyway."
Johnson yanked down the panties and rolled a condom onto his cock. It was the first time in her life she'd seen a condom stretch to the tearing point. His thick fingers spread Shiori's pussy. It was already slick and wet.
"Now you'll feel pleasure completely different from before. Try to endure it."
With that, Johnson thrust his cock inside her.
"Haaaah!"
The moment the glans entered, Shiori's body shuddered like she'd been electrocuted.
"Not even half in, and you're reacting like this?"
Shiori's face was contorted. For now, the fear and pain of her hole being stretched dominated over any pleasure.
"It'll feel good soon. Just wait."
Johnson moved his hips as if truly enjoying the sex. It was light motion for him, but for Shiori, it was pain, terror, and slowly blooming pleasure.
"Eek! Hic!"
Shiori began sobbing openly. This was nothing like the sex she knew. It felt like one-sided violence meant to destroy her. Of course, in the midst of her training, she had to let out those sobbing moans regardless of her will. The lewd cries continued for a long while.
"Getting used to it now?"
Johnson's movements hadn't changed much. Still brimming with power, overwhelming Shiori. But what had changed was her. At first, she'd just grimaced in pain, but now sweet moans escaped her lips. Whether genuine or not was unclear. But for whatever reason, her attitude toward Johnson had shifted—that much was certain.
Johnson pulled out familiarly. He tossed the cum-soaked condom on the floor and fitted a new one. The floor was already littered with dozens from previous ejaculations.
"This time, I'll press right against your womb."
"……No, that's impossible……!"
But Johnson thrust deep again with force.
"Noooohhh!!"
Shiori's body was honest. After hours of copulation, it had grown accustomed to Johnson's cock.
"……Stabbing this deep, no more……."
She tried to protest, but had to stop. Instead, a moan she'd never made before rang out.
"Hoo, hoo, guuup."
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and now Johnson wasn't just thrusting. His thick fingers probed her mouth, teasing her tongue, wetting it with saliva, slowly pushing into her throat.
"……Grrk."
The choking pain and fear returned. To survive, tension flooded her body. The strain led to muscle contraction, tightening her pussy even more. This physiological response brought Johnson even greater pleasure. Shiori had no idea this was breath control.
For the second round, he changed positions. Up until now, it had been a kind of missionary adjusted for her. But not anymore. This was a position to overpower her with brute force. Johnson grabbed her thighs and hoisted them up. Her legs folded skyward, arms flailing uselessly.
"From now on, this isn't sex for you. It's for me."
Johnson grinned, baring his teeth. Even more shocking was Shiori's expression. At first, placed before him, she'd looked fragile and wary. But now? Flushed red, with a hint of anticipation. And she was making a demand she shouldn't.
"Please……take off the condom."
Her voice was pitiful, suspended in what fighters call a Full Nelson.
"Didn't you say contraception is required? I won't pull out once, or put on a new one, or cum outside even if you ask."
"It's okay……. My body wants it."
As she said, her pussy quivered, craving pleasure.
"In that case."
Johnson ripped off the condom and bared his raw cock. Up close, it looked far thicker than Shiori's arm.
"……Huge."
Shiori wore an ecstatic expression.
"If you make that bitch-in-heat face, I can't hold back anymore."
Johnson lifted her again and slammed his cock in savagely. This was no longer sex for pleasure. She was just a tool for his lust. But even that, Shiori welcomed joyfully. For the first time, Johnson's cock sank in to the hilt. The moment it buried root-deep, her face transcended shock and fear into rapture. Her eyes lost focus. Her mouth gaped, drool trickling down.
One thought surfaced in Shiori's mind. Her husband could never do this anymore.
"……Black cock feels so good♥️."
"If it feels good, take it deeper."
"Yes♥️, I'll take it all♥️."