"Madam's ass is undeniably magnificent. Voluptuous, full-bodied, and as white as cotton. Judging solely by the elasticity of this flesh, you could absolutely be classified as top-tier livestock."
Adrian pressed his heavy, calloused hand against Yuriko's exposed cheeks, kneading the soft, pale mounds with a predatory rhythm while offering his cold, clinical critique to the empty room.
'Bastard! That absolute, sickening bastard!'
Yuriko cursed furiously in the dark theater of her mind. Never in her entire thirty-six years of privileged life had she suffered such raw, exposing humiliation. She trembled with aristocratic rage, her bound hips thrashing wildly beneath the heavy oak desk. She shook the heavy furniture so violently that the wood creaked and groaned in protest—proof that the Wall Street elite actually possessed a surprising amount of physical strength when pushed to the brink of despair.
"However," Adrian continued, his tone shifting into one of deliberate, insulting disappointment. "Compared to this flawless ass, your pussy appears to have a few distinct flaws. The hair is messy, and the labia are a smoky-pink hue, bordering on the dusky shade of a woman past her prime. The flesh is far too heavy; while it doesn't carry the fishy stench of an old hag's worn-out cunt, it still ruins the aesthetic. It drags this otherwise perfect backside down several notches in value."
He callously pinched her fleshy labia between his fingers as he spoke, using his detached tone as a scalpel to dissect her vanity.
The fact that the elegant Yuriko Takagi possessed such a plump, mature pussy came as a pleasant surprise to Adrian. After all, the arrogant pink-haired teenager bleeding in the corner of his own fortress certainly lacked this level of heavy, ripened development. In all fairness, Yuriko was incredibly well-maintained—easily considered a prime specimen among mature women.
But Adrian did not care about fairness. He certainly didn't care about Yuriko's feelings. As long as his words tore down her pride and made her feel worthless, the critique served its purpose.
Truth be told, a part of him wanted to remove the suffocating gag right now just to hear her articulate, venomous curses. However, considering the current instability of the syndicate thugs pacing in the courtyard outside, he decided against it. Everyone outside knew exactly what was happening to the boss's widow in the master study. But if Yuriko were to scream too piteously—thereby triggering some misplaced, suicidal surge of loyalty in a few hot-blooded youths—wouldn't he just end up having to expend extra energy slaughtering them?
It was always better to avoid tactical trouble than to invite it. He would just have to put up with her muffled gurgling for now.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
Sensing the monster's fingers callously pinching and degrading her pussy, Yuriko immediately cried out in furious, muffled protest.
However, thanks to the massive, artificial gag shoved deep down her throat, she couldn't utter a single intelligible syllable. Throughout her life, Yuriko had always been the most dazzling, powerful figure in any room. Even after marrying Soichiro, he had treated her with the utmost reverence and awe. He had deferred to her sharp intellect in almost every syndicate matter, never daring to treat her like an object.
And so, to find herself trussed up and helpless—stuffed beneath a desk with her pussy and ass laid bare, subjected to insulting commentary like a pig on a butcher's block—was a psychological ordeal that pushed her endurance far beyond its breaking point.
As she felt the man's fingers finally release her aching labia, Yuriko breathed a long-awaited, ragged sigh of relief through her nose.
But before her tense muscles even had a chance to relax, she felt the man's heavy hand press directly against her asshole.
'Could it be that he intends to...?'
Yuriko was instantly seized by a blinding, visceral panic. She had absolutely no experience with such extreme degradation. While Soichiro had timidly suggested going in the "back door" once in the past, she had immediately shut him down with a freezing look. She was a daughter of a prestigious clan; an act like that simply wasn't within her realm of consideration.
Feeling her asshole being pried open by a calloused thumb, Yuriko immediately began thrashing with desperate, animalistic terror.
"The Madam seems so eager. Could it be that you are suddenly in the mood for an alternative approach?" Adrian asked with a dark smile, watching her massive, plump buttocks tremble violently beneath the desk.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
What a pity he couldn't decipher what the proud woman was trying to scream. But her body language was easy enough to interpret.
Yuriko felt her asshole being forcibly stretched by something thick and cold, and a sudden, terrifying chill ran through her core.
Wait—no, it wasn't a metaphorical chill. It was a literal, freezing sensation inside her bowels.
How could the object stretching her anus feel so cold? Wasn't a man's cock supposed to be burning hot?
"Anything should be thoroughly washed before use—wouldn't you agree, Madam?" Adrian remarked conversationally. He had bypassed her pussy for the moment, shoving a medical hose directly into the beautiful matron's asshole.
Admittedly, it would be a waste not to fuck such a beautiful ass immediately. But regardless of the circumstances, Adrian firmly believed in the hygiene and preparation of his equipment.
The Takagi family's medical stockpile was quite extensive. They had crates of medical-grade glycerin and distilled water on hand. So, Adrian had simply filled a large reservoir, mixed in the glycerin, and prepared to give the Wall Street elite a thorough, agonizingly deep cleansing.
"Mmph...!"
Yuriko felt a sudden, heavy rush of icy liquid surging inward through her anus, flooding her rectum. The shocking temperature and invasive pressure caused her entire body to convulse violently against her bindings.
Using a large syringe aimed at the tube inserted into her backside, Adrian began to slowly, methodically force the fluid into the struggling woman.
'Speaking of which,' Adrian mused silently, 'who knows what the hell that hypocrite Soichiro intended to use this stuff for when he stockpiled it in the bunker? It is a good thing I found the perfect application for his toys.'
"Mmph... mmph...!"
Feeling the icy liquid continuing to relentlessly surge higher and higher into her bowels, Yuriko began to shake uncontrollably.
"Generally speaking, the standard dosage for a medical enema is between 500 and 800 milliliters," Adrian offered, his tone shifting into a helpful, educational lecture as he steadily depressed the plunger. "However, Madam, your ass is significantly more ample than the average person's. Therefore, I believe we will need to prepare at least double that amount to be thorough."
"Based on the 800-milliliter baseline, double that amount comes to 1,600 milliliters," Adrian calculated aloud, the rushing sound of the liquid echoing in the quiet study. "And if we round that figure up for good measure... well, that brings us to a nice, round 3,000 milliliters. I am sure a numbers-driven elite like yourself will find that math perfectly acceptable, Madam."
'Round up to three thousand milliliters?!' Upon hearing those terrifying numbers, Yuriko's mind nearly suffered a complete, catastrophic shutdown. 'Three liters?! Is he trying to kill me?!'
The true horror of her situation crashed over her. Right now—let alone putting up a fight against the crushing, internal pressure—she couldn't even manage to beg the monster for mercy.
The heavy gag remained locked deep in her throat, leaving her to endure the terrifying mathematics of her breaking in absolute silence.
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