Livestock Prison (14)
"……Hngh."
Yamaguchi's fingers probed deep inside Saeko, scraping against her inner walls. The excruciating pain made her eyes screw shut involuntarily, and she gasped for breath with great difficulty. But Yamaguchi's hand kept digging deeper.
"Excellent. The way it's clenching so tightly around my fingers—it's truly unbearable."
Despite Yamaguchi's sharp mockery, Saeko could barely muster any reaction. She could only struggle desperately to suppress the sensations from her hypersensitive body. Of course, even that was far too difficult to endure.
The more Saeko thrashed, the stronger Yamaguchi's grip became. Moments later, he roughly yanked his fingers free from her anus. Air escaped with a sharp pop, and the swollen tissues, still throbbing from the stimulation, refused to calm. The reddened ring around her anus couldn't escape the aftermath of the brutal assault.
And that was far from the end. Yamaguchi seized Saeko's waist—still lingering in the afterglow of unwanted pleasure—and hoisted her up with brute force. She should have been securely bound by the restraints, but somehow his strength was overwhelming. Her body slipped free from the cuffs as if they were nothing, landing straight in his arms.
Of course, the chilling sensation made Saeko scream. But all she could manage was the pitiful cry Yamaguchi wanted to hear.
"Let go! Put me down! Kyaaah!"
Naturally, his grip only tightened in response. To Yamaguchi, Saeko's struggles were less than the wriggling of an earthworm. The difference was stark: a woman who had lived her life sheltered and protected, versus an old man who had clawed his way through the brutal world of politics, with ties to the yakuza. His power was far greater than it seemed.
Saeko was crushed tightly against Yamaguchi's chest. Desperate screams poured from her lips.
"Let go, please… I beg you."
But Yamaguchi, holding her aloft with one hand, showed no mercy. He raised his other hand and pinched her swollen nipple hard.
"Swollen like this—doesn't it mean you just want me to touch it?"
Her hypersensitive, engorged nipple couldn't withstand his vise-like grip. Each twist sent shockwaves through Saeko that threatened to blank her mind white, sensations she couldn't endure.
"……Fuck, you goddamn bastard."
Uncontrollable drool spilled from the corners of her mouth. Saeko could no longer maintain any semblance of self.
Her nipples, bloated beyond reason and now leaking some unidentified fluid, were helpless against Yamaguchi's touch.
"……Hnggggh."
When the tips of his fingers viciously twisted her nipple, Saeko let out a wretched scream.
"Hk!"
Shwaaaaa.
Her body shuddered uncontrollably without warning, and her mouth fell open. Just like the drool trickling from her lips, her lower body gave way, unleashing a yellow stream she couldn't hold back. Urine pooled on the floor, and Yamaguchi smirked.
"Heh, what superb sensitivity."
Saeko was on the verge of blacking out from the exhaustion. Her body trembled violently. Her waist, gripped in his hand, bucked wildly beyond her control. Unwanted moans escaped her lips.
The refreshing torrent of urine finally stopped, only for slick arousal to seep from her core. Yamaguchi's pressing fingers didn't relent. Squish, squish. Her plump, swollen nipples were the perfect playthings.
"Hrrkghhh, kkhfuuu."
The guttural, inhuman groans were the result of her body being thoroughly conditioned. Caught between agony and ecstasy, her mind shattered as she sobbed. It was a heartbreakingly pathetic sight.
She looked like she wanted nothing more than to cease existing altogether—yet slick wetness still dripped between her thighs. It was an unwitting testament to her body's current state.
"This body can't just be brushed off lightly."
At Yamaguchi's solemn tone and the sudden foreign intrusion, Saeko screamed again.
"Take it out! Get it out, you fucking dog! I said take it out!"
The intruder was Yamaguchi's cock. And it was invading a place no woman should feel it—in her anus, a space that should never accommodate anything.
Even if it had once been that way, now it was merely Yamaguchi's toy. It was hard to believe that this woman, once poised to reach the pinnacle of Japan, had been reduced to such a thing.
"P-please……"
Yamaguchi's hands pried Saeko's buttocks apart forcefully. Between the pale flesh gleamed her secret place, still flushed a vivid crimson. Saeko no longer had the strength to scream.
"……."
She could only grit her teeth and stare. Her hair was disheveled, her body drenched in sweat. No makeup adorned her—no embellishments at all. One might even say her natural beauty had been ruined.
Yet even in her wretched state, Saeko's body was beautiful enough to captivate. And for Yamaguchi, the sight of a once-flawlessly groomed beauty crumbling into ruin was far more appealing than perfection.
Squuuuish.
Finally, Yamaguchi's massive member pushed inside. The instant it breached her, the searing agony felt like flesh tearing apart. His enormous size was anything but easy to take.
The intense pain was overwhelming. No matter how sensitive her body had become, this first-time torment brought no joy—only mounting suffering. Sweat and arousal mingled and dripped from her aroused form against her will.
"As expected, it's a waste to leave a body like this as mere toilet fodder."
This was Yamaguchi's honest sentiment. After a few brutal thrusts, with Saeko's eyes rolled back and drool spilling from her mouth, he unleashed his lust deep inside her. Then he casually dropped her to the floor.
He picked up his phone and dialed somewhere.
"Hello?"
"Yes, Representative."
"The one I'm using right now is quite to my liking. Any chance I could bid on her?"
"If that's what you want, Representative, we'll prepare it."
"Is that so? I'm quite taken with her. What's her current assignment?"
"Th-thank you."
Yamaguchi asking about an assignment meant one of two things: either a vow to drag her into the abyss, or a promise of reward. And right now, it was obviously the latter.
That's why the response was so fervent. For a politician of Yamaguchi's stature to express thanks and inquire about a post meant there would be no backroom sabotage—at the very least.
Normally, a multi-term politician like Yamaguchi had no authority over government appointments. But not everything ran by the book. Everywhere, there were those loyal to power, and Yamaguchi's influence was more than enough to cultivate such followers.
Even now, his power surpassed that of Japan's Prime Minister. It was only natural, since Ryosuke had handed most of his authority to Yamaguchi.
Ending the call, Yamaguchi grabbed Saeko by the hair as she lay clutching the floor.
"Looks like I'll be taking you with me soon, so you need a wash first."
"……Let go."
Of course, he had no intention of doing so. Gripping her hair, Yamaguchi dragged her toward a corner of the room designated as a toilet cell. Tucked there was a dubious shower space—hard to believe it even existed.
It wasn't luxurious by any means: simple tiles and a basic hose. But for now, it sufficed.
Yamaguchi snatched the showerhead and shoved Saeko to the ground. She tumbled from the force. Then a powerful jet of water blasted forth.
Designed for something other than a proper shower, the pressure was ferocious—strong enough to flay skin if mishandled. Yet Yamaguchi hosed her down under the guise of cleaning.
"Hrrggghhh!!"
The water stream slid across her skin before slamming into her breasts and groin. The skin-splitting pressure tormented her most sensitive areas, drawing fresh screams from Saeko.
She could no longer endure it bare-handed. Curling up on the floor, she tried futilely to shield her body. But her bare hands offered little protection; the pain was relentless until she grew numb to it.
Even as Saeko, exhausted from sobbing, fell silent under the onslaught, Yamaguchi's torment continued. Little by little, the existence known as Saeko began to break down completely.