Five heavy, industrial metal cuffs clamped down tightly on Yuriko Takagi's wrists, ankles, and neck, pinning her immovably to the polished mahogany tabletop. Consequently, the notoriously stubborn, strong-willed Wall Street elite was now forced to lie prone in an utterly humiliating, degrading posture.
The thick golden collar locked around her neck cinched her head down so tightly that her aristocratic face was pressed flush against the cold wood, while her two slender wrists were clamped down on either side of her head. The overall effect was a grotesque, twisted mockery of the traditional *dogeza*—a posture of absolute, helpless prostration.
Yuriko's face was beaded with cold sweat. Heavy drops of perspiration trickled down the curve of her naked spine, a clear biological indicator that she was currently enduring excruciating, unrelenting discomfort.
Her long legs were folded back and pinned tightly beneath her stomach, causing her already massive, incredibly plush ass to thrust upward even more prominently. Her bare, pale cheeks had literally become the highest point of her entire body, displayed like a prime cut of meat on a butcher's block.
The beautiful matron's pussy and ass were smooth and pristine, completely devoid of even a single stray hair—a stark indication that she had been ruthlessly shaved bare while Adrian was away. But the true horror lay in her center. Her gaping asshole was currently jammed tight, stretched to its absolute limit by the heavy, polished hilt of a katana shoved deep into her rectum.
"What exactly is this?" Adrian asked, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
He reached out, his large hand grasping the heavy sword hilt, and gave it a deliberate, gentle wiggle.
"Mmph! Mmph!—Eeep! Eeep!"
The beautiful woman, pinned and crouching on the table like a dissected frog, immediately began to shriek and thrash. However, with the massive gag stuffed deep into her throat, she was utterly unable to voice a single coherent sound of protest.
"I thought... that such a finely aged 'art piece' would serve as the perfect sword stand for my Master," Saeko stepped forward, a soft, devoted smile playing on her lips.
"It really is quite magnificent," Adrian praised. He tightened his grip on the hilt and gave it a sharper twist. Instantly, the beautiful matron's head snapped back against the collar, and her bound limbs began to tremble violently as the steel ground against her internal walls.
"This blade was chosen specifically to match your magnificent proportions, Father," Saeko murmured. She reached out, her slender fingers confidently brushing against Adrian's crotch, gently cupping his heavy balls through his trousers as she looked up at him with a seductive smile. "On top of that, I have pumped this woman's belly to the absolute brim with fresh milk. After all, even a treasured blade requires proper, internal lubrication to maintain its pristine condition."
"Oh? So it *is* milk you filled her with?" Adrian released the sword hilt and reached out to press his palm flat against Yuriko's bare abdomen.
Because she was kneeling and prostrate, Yuriko's belly hung downward, appearing quite distended and heavy. Pressing his heavy hand against the taut skin, Adrian could clearly feel that her stomach and bowels were entirely filled with liquid, the heavy volume sloshing back and forth inside her with every pathetic whimper she made.
"Did you not mention earlier that cow's milk did not taste very good, Father?" Saeko reasoned flawlessly. "So I thought, why not put it to good use instead of letting the livestock's yield go to waste? It serves perfectly as an internal lubricant or for washing feet. A truly excellent application for trash, wouldn't you agree?"
Saeko gestured gracefully toward Manami Katsura, who was kneeling on the floor nearby.
The beautiful corporate executive's face was flushed a brilliant, feverish crimson, her eyes completely glazed over as she was tormented by the burning, chemical fires of drug-induced lust. Her breasts were now swollen and bulging obscenely high. They were originally supposed to be a fraction smaller than Shizuka's, but pumped full of the heavy lactation aphrodisiacs, they appeared to be on the verge of bursting.
Two jagged metal clamps were biting viciously into Manami's swollen nipples. One would expect such brutal, pinching treatment of her body's most sensitive nerves to leave the woman writhing in excruciating agony; yet, it was abundantly clear that her artificial lust had now completely transcended her pain. Even with her nipples clamped down so tightly, thin, steady trickles of milk continued to seep out from the narrow gaps between the metal jaws, dripping onto the floor.
"Just how much of that chemical did you force down her throat?" Adrian asked. Having paid no attention to the cow earlier, he hadn't noticed the extreme abnormality in Manami's condition.
"Not much at all! Your loyal daughter followed the dosage protocol perfectly. It certainly will not be lethal, so rest assured, Father," Saeko smiled seductively, her hands moving to expertly unbuckle his belt and free his heavy, throbbing cock.
*'Fine. As long as you are happy,'* Adrian thought, instantly dismissing the issue. He had been about to remind the girl to exercise a little restraint with the fragile livestock, but he immediately shut his mouth. Only a fool would argue with his lethal, devoted lieutenant over the fate of a broken 'cow' in a situation like this.
"Father, do you have any idea how much Saeko has missed you these past twenty-four hours?" Saeko continued to stroke his rigid cock with both hands, licking her lips hungrily as she gazed at his thick length.
"I missed you just as much, my beautiful, slutty daughter," Adrian growled. He swept the purple-haired swordswoman into his arms and ruthlessly ripped the pristine white silk kimono right off her body.
Sure enough, aside from the traditional outer garment, the girl was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Her athletic body was flawless, her nipples already rock-hard and jutting out—clearly, torturing Yuriko had kept her in a state of intense, dripping arousal for quite some time.
"Father, your daughter has been waiting for this moment for ages!" Saeko panted. She hopped backward, sitting down on the very edge of the mahogany table, right beside Yuriko's trembling head. She spread her athletic legs wide, revealing her pink, hairless pussy, which was already glistening and dripping with heavy wetness.
Truth be told, staring directly at Yuriko's massive, pale ass thrashing right in front of him, Adrian had been itching to brutally sample the aristocratic matron's slutty pussy and tight asshole. After all, with such a luscious, ripe target pinned helplessly before him, who wouldn't want to bury their cock deep inside it just to break her completely?
However, faced with Saeko's desperate, incredibly wet invitation, he naturally couldn't bring himself to refuse his favorite prize.
Sweeping the highly aroused young woman into a crushing embrace, Adrian thrust forward with his massive, rock-hard cock, plunging it to the hilt deep inside Saeko's tight, boiling pussy in a single, brutal motion.
"Ah! It feels so full! You're going to fuck me to death, Father!" Saeko shrieked passionately, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. She clung to him like a desperate octopus, wrapping all four of her limbs tightly around his muscular body.
The two of them completely forgot about the broken women around them. In this apocalyptic reality, Saeko desperately needed her father's thick cock to bring her solace. She had severed ties with humanity, morality, and the old world. Only through this intense, taboo physical union could she anchor her sanity and truly feel alive. To love fiercely, to kill ruthlessly, and to fuck with total abandon—such was the simple, straightforward mindset the swordswoman had embraced.
Before their relationship was consummated, she had been forced to bury these dark, forbidden feelings deep within her heart. Yet, now that her Master had claimed her, she refused to let even a single second go to waste. Only when his heavy cock was fully embedded inside her did she feel that profound surge of sexual ecstasy and deep, abiding psychological relief.
"Faster! Faster! Fuck me to death, Father! Breed me! I want to bear your children!" Saeko screamed wildly, her fingernails digging into his back as her legs wrapped around his waist like coiling serpents.
"My beautiful daughter... you are absolutely magnificent," Adrian growled. He lowered his head to capture the young woman's luscious lips in a bruising kiss, simultaneously increasing the savage force and speed of his thrusts.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
The rhythmic, violent sounds of flesh slamming against flesh filled the grand foyer, accompanied by the wet splattering of their slick fluids flying in every direction, occasionally landing on Yuriko's bound, sweating face.
The other broken women present watched this intense scene of taboo, father-daughter copulation with wide, glazed eyes. While some harbored buried feelings of horrified disdain, they dared not look away.
Yet, there were others—such as the mother-daughter duo, Manami and Kotonoha Katsura—whose minds were completely gone. Driven mad by the heavy aphrodisiacs and the overwhelming scent of sex in the air, they reached down to caress their own swollen breasts and dripping pussies, beginning to masturbate on the floor with frenzied, animalistic abandon.
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