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Sora’s consciousness returned with a sickening lurch. Her head was a dull, echoing drum, her thoughts were thick and slow. She tried to open her eyes, but the bright light above stung her retinas, forcing them shut again.
Where was she?
The last thing she could clearly recall was having dinner with her husband. She didn’t remember feeling sick or anything, so why did she feel so bad now?
She attempted to reposition her aching body, and that was when the horrifying realization sank in: her skin was pinched and bound by a multitude of unyielding cords. Rough hemp rope dug into the soft flesh of her arms, legs, and chest.
Forcing her eyes open, Sora stared down at her body, confirming the nightmare. She was meticulously tied in the traditional style of Shibari, splayed out on a cool surface.
Her arms were secured tightly along her sides. Ropes circled each breast, making them taut and swelled. Her legs were bent and trussed at the thighs and shins, anchored down to the table in a cruel spread-eagle pose that completely exposed her. A coarse rope gag was wedged in her mouth, stretching her lips and ensuring her silence.
But the ropes weren't the worst of it. An agonizing pressure was pushing down below: a hard object filling her anus. And simultaneously, there was a thick, vibrating invasion deep inside her pussy.
Sora’s panic erupted. She bucked and writhed, but the tight knots held her firm, only grinding the hemp deeper into her skin. She looked wildly around for something, anything, finding only herself. She was surrounded by mirrored walls, her bound form repeated over and over in the reflections.
A hidden door opened behind her.
Her frantic gaze snapped to the entrance, and she saw Toji. But the sight of her husband brought no relief; a fresh wave of fear washed over her face.
He was completely naked, his scarred body looked sculpted by the harsh spotlights. The thick column of his cock was hard, the prominent vein on the shaft pulsed.
He strolled forward, unhurried, his eyes tracking the ropes. He stopped by the table and reached out, his calloused palm settling gently on her cheek.
"Sorry, babe," he said, his voice a gravelly vibration "We were a little short on cash this month.”
Sora’s eyes were saucers of frozen terror as she stared at him.
"Don’t worry, though," he continued, running his hand over the taut swollen curve of her bound breast. "We get through this, we’re set. You've got such a perfect body, a tight pussy, and a virgin asshole." His lips curved into a predatory smirk. "These guys paid triple their normal price for the whole package."
These guys? Her eyes frantically searched the mirrors again. Only her own desperate reflection stared back.
Toji chuckled, a cynical sound. "Oh, that's a one-way mirror. A bunch of Japan's highest rollers are watching right now." He leaned in close, his scent that she loved enveloping her.
She thrashed another desperate time, the sheer psychological violation outweighing the pain of the knots. The ropes just bit down harder.
"Babe, we’re getting paid to fuck," he explained, his voice losing all pretense of gentleness. "You love when I fuck you, don’t you? Just lay back, enjoy the show, and let me take care of you."
Toji moved with the same efficient motion he used in combat. He walked around to the end of the table, placing himself directly between her spread legs. Sora’s gaze was locked on the muscles of his thighs and his cock.
His hand, rough from years of handling weapons, closed around the heavy base of the metal butt plug that had been stretching her.
"Relax," he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh, the word devoid of actual comfort.
With a pop, he extracted the plug. The metal dragged out slowly, leaving her asshole throbbing and weeping slick wetness onto the table. He held the plug up for her to see.
"See?" he drawled, his mouth curving into a cruel smile. His scar stretched over his lips. She remembered often kissing that scar and telling him how much she loved it. But now she couldn’t remember why she loved him.
“I’ve got you all ready for me." He said.
He tossed the plug onto the table beside her, the metallic clink echoing sharply in the silent room.
Next, his attention shifted to the second invader. He gripped the base of the vibrating toy filling her pussy and, with a smooth motion, pulled it free.
Her eyes widened, horrified, as she finally saw the sheer size of the device that had been occupying her: a huge purple tentacle dildo, its surface slick with her juices. The way it vibrated made it almost look like the real thing.
The sudden hollowness inside her was jarring and instantly made her feel exposed and gaping.
"They paid even more if I agreed to use this on you too," he said, turning the tentacle over in his hand with a casual shrug, as if discussing tools for yard work. "Whatever tickles their fancy, I guess."
He sheathed the strange, wriggling thing back inside her. The wide head of the tentacle forced its way back through her opening, and the sudden pressure made a muffled groan escape her gag.
Without pausing, he leaned down to grab a clear plastic bottle of lube from the floor. "I’ve been stretching you for the past thirty minutes, so you should be good to go," he told her, the statement delivered with chilling professionalism.
Was this man even her husband anymore? How could he do this to her? Sora could only stare at him, her eyes wide with frozen disbelief. How could he do this to his own wife?
He uncapped the bottle and began to slather his cock, working the thick gel across the veined ridge and down the massive shaft. He set the bottle down with a click.
"Just stay relaxed," he told her, his dark blue eyes finally meeting hers. They looked cold and entirely focused on the task at hand.
He pressed the thick, lubricated head of his cock against her already swollen anus. The entrance offered a tight resistance.
He let out a low groan, not of discomfort, but of satisfaction.
"We should have already been fucking like this," he rasped, his eyes burning into hers. He took a hold of her waist and sheathed himself to the hilt.
A ragged scream was muffled by the gag. She was stretched beyond reason, her body accommodating two monstrous members: the throbbing heat of her husband in her anus, the vibrating tentacle in her pussy. Instinctively, she tried to clench around them, a panicked spasm.
"Damn, babe, don’t do that," he warned, his voice husky with arousal. "I won't last long at all."
He began a slow rhythm, pulling in and out of her with a sickening wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. He worked the tentacle in and out of her pussy with the same, maddening tempo.
Tears streamed from the corners of Sora's eyes, mixing the bitter sting of embarrassment and pain with the unwelcome prickle of pleasure that was beginning to bloom.
She swore, in the silenced prison of her mind, that she would never, ever forgive him for this ultimate violation.
His pace abruptly quickened. He stopped manipulating the dildo and instead grabbed the Shibari ropes holding her wrists with both hands. His sudden leverage yanked on the rigging, causing the hemp to bite savagely into her skin as he pistoned into her.
Toji had always had a voracious sexual appetite, but his intensity now bordered on frenzy. His dark, cold eyes were wild as he stared down at her, seeing only the fat payout on the other side of the glass.
His hips slapped against her ass cheeks with heavy impacts as he brutalized her with punishing force. She had no choice but to cry and endure. He brought one large hand up and smacked her sensitive breasts, then pinched and tweaked her nipples hard, extracting another shriek of pain.
He stopped suddenly. Pulling completely out of her tight asshole. He used his hands to spread her gaping hole wide, making sure the ravaged flesh was fully exposed for all the unseen onlookers to witness.
"See how much she stretches for me," he announced to the mirror. He didn't wait for a response, instead ramming himself back inside, instantly resuming his momentum.
He pulled the tentacle out of her pussy and laid its vibrating base directly across her sensitive nub. Her eyes popped open and her toes instantly curled as an unwanted orgasm began to build.
Toji knew all the right buttons to use on her body. The added fullness of his cock in her ass was too much combined with the vibration. She arched into the ropes, screaming her release against the gag, and came hard.
"Yes, baby," he growled before shoving the tentacle back inside her. His pace became a blur. He drove into her like his life depended on the force of each thrust. His grunts of exertion loud until, finally, his balls seized and he exploded deep inside her abused asshole.
He pulled out immediately, once again spreading her hole wide, letting his hot come drip onto the table and the floor below. Her body still convulsed from her orgasm, and the vibrating tentacle still filling her was an overwhelming sensation.
Toji delivered a final, hard smack to her ass. He turned, facing the walls, his breathing still ragged.
"Thanks, guys. I take cash only."