Meanwhile, Miss Raizumi Namida, who had been lying limp on the table, slowly rose after a brief rest. Picking up the other end of the collar around her neck with her mouth, she began crawling toward me...
Slap! Just as my attention was fixed on Miss Raizumi Namida crawling toward me, Mrs. Yor, on the other side, had her gag removed at some point and was struck hard by another man.
"You like to scream, don't you? Keep screaming... Slap!" Another blow followed.
"Ah... I... keep going... keep hitting me... whip me... whip this slutty sow to death... ah..." Mrs. Yole seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, continuing to beg the man to whip her.
What a masochist, I thought to myself. But suddenly, a figure flashed through my mind—that familiar voice. I quickly focused my gaze back on Yole.
"I'm a slutty sow... I am... ahhh... sow... fuck me to death... please, masters... fuck me to death~ ah..." Without the voice modulator, Mrs. Yole's real voice kept reaching my ears. This voice is...? No way...?
"Take off her hood," I quickly put on the voice modulator attached to my collar and issued my command to the men over there.
"Isn't that against the rules?" The man who was playing with Mrs. Yole voiced his doubt.
"I..." I was about to say something when the most mysterious man beside me stood up and signaled the bodyguards to remove Yole's hood.
"This gentleman is my honored guest. Go take off her hood." The mysterious man was the only one in the room not wearing a voice modulator, and his voice echoed behind me. Who is this? Wang Sen!! We had just finished a long conversation, and I was very familiar with his voice. So, the owner of this club is Wang Sen?
As I was thinking, four bodyguards had already rushed to Mrs. Yole and yanked off her hood. A familiar face appeared before my eyes—the stern, lecturing face of the headmistress from my memory was now right in front of me. Only now, this mature, distinguished face wore the expression of a nymphomaniac, her features somewhat distorted as she swayed her body to please the men.
In my shock, I shifted my gaze to Raishō Namida, who had crawled between my legs and was unzipping my pants with her hands. Raishō Namida grabbed my already hard, erect penis, seemingly surprised by its size. She lovingly caressed it with both hands and extended her small, delicate tongue to lick it. Waves of tingling pleasure instantly spread from the tip, but I could no longer focus on the sensations from my lower body. Right now, I was more concerned with the identity of the woman before me.
"You've already guessed it, haven't you?" Wang Sen had somehow walked up behind me, placing both hands on my shoulders and speaking slowly, like the whisper of a demon. Listening to his low murmur, I prepared to reach out and remove the mask from Miss Raizel, who was meticulously performing oral sex on me. But as I extended my hands, I realized they were trembling uncontrollably for some reason. Was it fear that the person beneath the mask was the one I had imagined in my mind? Was it an inability to face reality? I didn't know—my mind was completely blank. Suppressing the physical tremors, I slowly peeled Raizel's mask off from bottom to top. The woman's delicate features gradually came into view before me: the tall, streamlined bridge of her nose, her gentle, moon-like eyebrows, and those beautiful eyes I knew all too well—the eyes that had carried countless days and nights over more than a decade! This person... this Raizel... the woman beneath the mask was... my mother... Sun Xiudong. Even though I had mentally prepared myself, the moment the truth was revealed, a flood of emotions surged into my heart. My mind went numb as if struck by lightning, and my hands and feet turned cold.
"This..." I wanted to say something, ask something, but every word vanished on my lips, leaving only this single syllable. My trembling voice, filtered through the voice changer, came out icy cold. To others, it must have sounded like I was expressing dissatisfaction with the woman performing oral sex on me. The woman before me—my mother—heard my cold tone, looked up at my face (could she see the expression behind my fox mask at this moment?), then lowered her head again and continued sucking my cock with even greater effort.
"You..." I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to push my mother away from between my legs to say something, when a pair of large hands pressed firmly onto my shoulders. I turned my head to see Wang Sen standing behind me, flanked by four burly men lined up in a row, staring at me with a somewhat threatening air.
"Don't speak. Just feel it carefully. I have faith in you." Wang Sen's actions radiated danger, but his words were surprisingly gentle.
"Hmm..." In Wang Sen's territory, surrounded by his people, I calmed down and thought it over, deciding it was best not to act rashly. Yet, as I watched my mother kneeling before me, continuing to pleasure me orally, the tingling pleasure from the tip of my cock felt strangely unsettling.
"Hey, man, you've had the front hole. How about leaving the back one for us?" The two men to my right, unable to resist the allure of my mother kneeling before me, were eager to join in. I didn't speak—neither agreeing nor objecting. Under Wang Sen's complete control, what else could I do?
Seeing that I remained silent, the two men took my silence as consent. They removed their clothes and positioned themselves behind my mother. The third man slowly pressed his erection against her fleshy buttocks, thrusting rhythmically. Her vagina was exceptionally tight, gripping the man's cock snugly. Lubricated by her arousal, each thrust felt as if her vaginal walls were made of water—closing seamlessly when he withdrew and tearing apart again when he pushed back in.
"Ah… haa… yes… harder… give it to me harder…"
Between moments of oral pleasure, my mother's moans carried a mix of satisfaction and an indescribable, pent-up frustration.
Her words stirred something primal within me. My lower body began moving instinctively, thrusting in rhythm with the slick, wet sounds of her mouth.
A steady stream of arousal flowed from where the man and my mother were joined, accompanied by wet, squelching noises. Each of his thrusts sent tremors through her plump, pale buttocks, making them jiggle with the impact.
"Haa… yes…"
"Ah… mmm… fuck me harder…"
"Thrust… deeper…"
"…Ugh… faster…"
Listening to her soft, seductive voice while savoring the intense pleasure her mouth provided, I became completely consumed by the atmosphere. It was as if the woman beneath me wasn't my mother—she was just a piece of tender meat, ripe for the taking. I pounded into her mouth like a pile driver, each thrust growing more forceful.
As the man and I picked up speed, my mother's waist began to writhe and twist. The tender flesh all over her body trembled like waves, and even her moans became shaky and uneven.
Watching the lewd, moaning beauty beneath me, a fierce impulse surged within me. I wanted to use my cock with the most violent speed and force, to ravage and shatter her seductive, sensual mouth. The mere thought of thrusting into my mother made me swell even harder. At first, I could still control my pace, but gradually, I lost all reason…
"Hmm?… That smoke earlier…" Just as I was losing control, the smoke in the venue began to thin noticeably. My arousal suddenly subsided. So, that smoke was an aphrodisiac? It dawned on me. Struggling to regain composure, I glanced coldly at Wang Sen. I knew my confrontation with him was only just beginning.
Clap, clap. Two sharp claps echoed from behind. Immediately, four bodyguards dragged my mother into the center of the spotlight. Wang Sen followed slowly, stepping into the light as well. He took a coil of hemp rope from an assistant. My mother stood obediently under the spotlight, as if awaiting her fate. Her purple bodysuit was now torn into strips, hanging loosely from her body, while her flesh-toned tights shimmered through the tattered fabric.
Wang Sen took the two ends of the rope and wrapped them around her shoulders, looping them several times before threading them through a knot on her back. With a sharp tug, her arms were pulled tightly behind her, the ropes cinching around her limbs, binding them firmly in place.
"Ah~." Mom's arm seemed to go numb, her fingers swelling, and she couldn't help but cry out.
Wang Sen said to us, "This is a special program—Cat's Eye being captured."
Mom had no choice but to try her best to stretch her shoulders back while thrusting her chest forward. But Wang Sen seized the opportunity, tightening the ropes bit by bit as Mom strained. Each time she exerted more effort, he tightened them further, until Mom felt her shoulders were about to break. Only then did he stop, tying a knot with the rope behind her back. This left Mom's arms completely immobilized.
Thinking it was over, Mom relaxed slightly, but Wang Sen used the remaining rope to wrap it from her arms down to her wrists. The rope grew tighter and tighter. After reaching her wrists, he forcefully twisted them together, crossing them behind her back and binding them tightly with a dead knot. Then, he combined the two ends of the rope, threaded them through the neck loop, and pulled upward with force.
Mom's hands were suddenly yanked up to the back of her neck, twisting her arms painfully as if they were about to snap. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.
Wang Sen showed no mercy. He continued to pull the rope ends that passed through the neck loop downward, tying the remaining ends to her wrists. The neck loop tightened against her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. She had no choice but to desperately tilt her head back.
Just as Mom was seeing stars and on the verge of passing out, Wang Sen took out another roll of rope. He threaded it through the neck loop in front, splitting the ends to wrap them several times above and below Mom's breasts. With this rope, the neck loop loosened slightly. After binding her breasts, the rope trailed down to her waist, wrapping around it several times before being knotted at the small of her back. The remaining long end hung down naturally, reaching the floor.
Wang Sen then picked up a cork gag from the table and brought it to Mom's mouth. "Open up." Mom obediently opened her mouth and took the gag in. Wang Sen helped her walk to a wooden frame prepared earlier by the bodyguards. He took another rope, folded it into several strands, and threw it over the ceiling beam. Then, he tied the strands to the ropes on my back. After spreading Mom's legs apart against the ends of the wooden frame, I lost my balance and stumbled, expecting to fall. Instead of hitting the ground, I was caught by the rope from the ceiling beam, left dangling in mid-air.
Seeing that Mom was unharmed, Wang Sen tied her left and right feet to the ends of the wooden frame and tightened the ropes hanging from the ceiling beam. This left Mom completely restrained and unable to move.
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