Indelible Marks of Shame
Shiori, the second livestock secretary, had begun clinging to Johnson of her own accord. Her body had adapted to his size by now, to the point where nothing else could bring her to climax anymore.
When Johnson reached his final release and roughly pulled his cock out, Shiori gasped for breath, panting heavily.
"……Hah."
Hot semen filled her insides completely. She no longer resisted it. In fact, it slowly started to feel good.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"……Of course. I've realized it now. I never knew real sex until this."
"That's the realization you're coming to. If you embrace it, your secretary life ahead will be full of pleasure."
"It really feels so good……."
"I'll let you off work early today. You should go see your beloved husband and child, right?"
"……Okay."
Shiori looked a little regretful. She kept stealing glances at Johnson's cock, but eventually started dressing to leave. Tomorrow, her son would head to the hospital. Once she began her secretary duties in earnest, it would be hard to see him. Today was her last chance to see her husband and child before the surgery.
Fortunately, someone was there to escort her home, perhaps as part of her treatment as a secretary. Hurrying back, she found her husband passed out at the table, face down, with a bottle of liquor out on the table—he'd clearly had a drink or two.
"……Fuji. I'm home."
At her words, her husband startled and looked toward the entrance. His gaze mixed self-pity, sorrow, and anger in equal measure.
"You're back……."
"……."
They fell silent for a long while. Given what she'd been through earlier, he could easily imagine what she'd endured during her "secretary work."
Shiori hurried to the master bedroom, washed her body, and came out. Thoroughly scrubbing around her pussy with the showerhead made her feel a bit relieved.
Why did I go that far earlier……?
Her connection with Johnson had certainly been extraordinary. But she'd never imagined it would make her crave sex like this. Above all, she couldn't believe she'd let him creampie her to overflowing.
What if I get pregnant?
Anxious, she kept rinsing her pussy with the showerhead. After finishing and emerging wrapped in a towel, Fuji was sitting on the bed, staring at her. Seeing her naked body had made his crotch swell.
"……Wanna do it?"
"It's been a while……?"
In the silence, Shiori let the towel covering her body fall away. Fuji tossed aside his clothes too. Ever since their son fell ill, they hadn't had sex amid the chaos. They began exploring each other's bodies.
Fuji's sucking at her nipples felt clumsy somehow. It wasn't particularly pleasurable or gentle. She dismissed it as just a misconception for now.
"You're already swollen. Shall we start?"
Fuji announced he was fully erect, but his cock was small. She'd never thought of it as small before, but it was. Shiori shook her head to herself.
No, that guy's just freakishly huge. Fuji isn't small at all.
Fuji thrust his cock straight into her. Even after so long, the feeling was familiar—good, warm, cozy. But as Fuji lost himself in the long-denied pleasure, he didn't notice Shiori's reaction. Her expression slowly stiffened, unchanging.
Is this really what we're doing……?
Confusion, a sliver of hope that it wasn't over yet. But soon, the sensation of hot liquid made her realize Fuji had already cum.
"That felt so good after so long……."
Fuji finished, said he'd go wash up, and got out of bed. He never noticed Shiori's response to the end. Her face remained stiff. Johnson's words echoed in her mind.
Your husband's inadequate, isn't he?
She hadn't understood then, but now it was starting to sink in.
By morning, Fuji had left a text saying he'd be by their son's side and departed early. Affection for her husband welled up again.
Yeah, Fuji might not be great in bed……but he loves our child.
Rationalizing it away, Shiori dressed for work. Entering the company building, Johnson greeted her.
"Today, there's a very special task, Shiori."
Having recharged her love for Fuji, Shiori vowed it would be different from yesterday. But in that same room, everything was similar—except for several dildos that looked as massive as Johnson, covered in menacing protrusions.
"What kind of task is this?"
"It's on the chairman's orders. First, take this."
Johnson held out a small pill. Shiori snatched it and threw it away, shouting,
"I'm not naive enough to swallow some mystery pill you hand me!"
"Well, I offered it out of fondness from sharing our bodies yesterday, but if you don't want it, no choice."
Johnson promptly chained her arms and legs to the restraints at the bed's foot. Clank. Completely immobilized on the bed, Shiori writhed.
"……What are you planning this time?"
At that moment, the chairman entered.
"You remember our promise. I'm thinking of tattooing your body."
"What?"
"Don't worry. I'll put it where it won't normally show."
At the chairman's gesture, Johnson fetched a bunch of thick tools from the desk.
"Johnson here is an excellent doctor and artist."
Shiori's eyes caught sight of sharp needles.
"No way……."
"Yes, as promised, Johnson will tattoo you himself."
Clank, clank. Click. The tool in Johnson's hand whirred to life with a loud motor noise. At its tip was a cartridge filled with black ink.
"It'll hurt quite a bit, which is why I offered the anesthetic. You chose to discard it, Miss Shiori."
Johnson stuffed a rolled cloth gag into her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
She seemed to scream something, but it was unintelligible. The chairman picked up the dildos from the desk in both hands.
"These are molded from your husband's size, mine, and Johnson's. I'll tattoo an unforgettable mark on your lower belly, so take it easy."
She couldn't comprehend. Then the chairman shoved a dildo into her pussy.
"Nngh."
The first was modeled after husband Fuji's. Even thrusting vigorously, it barely reached below her navel—right above her mound.
"Johnson, right here."
Johnson calmly pressed the needle and activated the machine. Bzzz, bzzz. Tears welled with every prick. It hurt, but the gag silenced her.
"……Grrk."
The tattoo was done in seconds: Pathetic Dick 5cm. Of course, Fuji's wasn't really 5cm. But the words were meant to humiliate. Unless specially removed, it would stay on Shiori's belly forever.
Shiori's eyes brimmed with tears. Humiliation aside, the root was pain. But the chairman showed no mercy.
"Johnson, the second one now."
The dildo plunged into her lower belly again. The machine whirred, etching words on her skin: 20cm Chairman's Cock.
"Now the last one."
The chairman slowly inserted the one modeled after Johnson's.
"It won't all fit. But it'll make for quite the spectacle."
The dildo kept going deeper, twisting Shiori's face. Her teeth ground together; drool leaked. The gag limited it. Her eyes had rolled back long ago.
"Miss Shiori, doesn't it feel good with those protrusions poking inside?"
"Johnson? The finale."
Finally, the buzzing as the needle stabbed just below her breasts. Now the relentless dildo-thrusting, heedless of climax, hurt more than the needle. When it all ended, Johnson unfastened her chains.
Soon after, looking in the mirror Johnson brought, she saw an unbelievable tattoo covering her entire lower belly—obscene lettering, bold enough to see from afar.
"As promised, not in an easily visible spot. If you go flashing it around, that's on you."
The chairman sneered. Shiori wanted to deny reality. Not some dainty flower pattern, but this vulgar tattoo meant she could never return to her old life. What would Fuji say seeing it? Burying her emotions, she sobbed inwardly. Of course, the chairman watched with utter delight.