[Dark Latex Hell] Japan's secret latex hell!

The jingle, jingle... In the early morning, a crisp bell sound woke me up. As I opened my eyes, a sexy figure completely encased in a latex suit stood by the bed. The bell was from the one she was shaking in her hand. This was Sophia, my current nanny and sex doll. Looking at Sophia's cute face, hidden by the latex hood, my morning erection, already present, stirred again. So, while still groggy from waking up, I got up, grabbed Sophia's arm, pulled her onto the bed, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath me. Then, I used leather cuffs to secure her hands to the posts on either side of the bed. Next, I reached for the zipper at Sophia's crotch and withdrew a 20cm long, 4cm thick black dildo from her pussy. I then proceeded to shove this dildo into her mouth, which was forced open by a metal gag, but not all the way at first, as I didn't want to overwhelm Sophia. Facing Sophia's now empty pussy, I didn't let her rest. I took off my pajama pants and, holding my own 18cm cock, thrust it directly into Sophia's wetness. Although my cock wasn't as long as the one Sophia had just used, it was thicker, nearly 6cm in diameter, and it moved. Intense pleasure coursed through Sophia's every nerve, causing her to writhe on the bed. But I knew this wasn't enough to bring us to climax. So, I took out two more leather cuffs and secured Sophia's feet, which were clad in 18cm platform ballet boots, to the bedposts, just like her hands. Seeing that Sophia was no longer able to resist, I continued to thrust my cock into her pussy. With my left hand, I cupped Sophia's chin, while my right hand slowly pushed the entire dildo into her mouth. A suffocating sensation instantly overwhelmed Sophia's brain, causing her body to struggle wildly. Simultaneously, Sophia gagged, and some foreign matter began to seep from her nose and mouth. Sensing that Sophia was about to give out, I finally pulled the dildo from her mouth, giving her a brief moment to catch her breath. Little did Sophia know that during her respite, I had already picked up a full-head latex hood from the nearby table. Once Sophia's breathing had stabilized, I again pushed the dildo into her mouth, this time fully inserting it. Before Sophia could even begin to struggle, I quickly placed the black full-head latex hood I was holding over her head. Since Sophia was already wearing a latex hood, the full-head hood slipped on easily, completely sealing her head and denying her any chance to breathe. With the full-head hood in place, it became even more impossible for Sophia to spit out the dildo. Then, with my hands on Sophia's hips, I focused all my strength into my cock and began to pound into Sophia's pussy relentlessly. Sophia, whether from suffocation, intense pleasure, or a combination of both, thrashed her body wildly. After numerous violent thrusts, accompanied by a low groan, I finally climaxed to my satisfaction. Quickly, I removed the full-head hood from Sophia's head and took the dildo out of her mouth. Then, while Sophia gasped for air, I unlocked the leather cuffs binding her hands and feet. Finally, I lifted Sophia from the bed and, sticking my tongue into her mouth, which was still forced open by the metal gag, began to kiss her deeply. Romania, Bucharest University. This was one of the top universities in the region, and I happened to be a student there. The reason I could attend wasn't due to my exceptional grades, but rather my parents' wealth. However, they sent me here not out of love or a desire for me to succeed, but because they had divorced and both remarried, leaving me an outsider to their new families. This wasn't entirely a downside, though, as I received two monthly allowances from both households.

After breakfast, Sophia emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a long-sleeved black dress that reached her ankles. Her ballet boots had been replaced with black leather knee-high boots, though the hem of the dress concealed them, making it appear as though she was merely wearing black heels. Otherwise, in the sweltering summer heat, such tall boots would surely draw stares. Beneath the dress, Sophia wore a black latex bodysuit. When she approached me, I lifted the hem of her dress to inspect. Her thighs and calves were bound by chains, and a metal chastity cage was secured at her crotch. Extending from beneath the cage were two tubes with inflatable bladders, which now rhythmically pulsed between her legs, corresponding to an inflatable butt plug and an inflatable cock ring. Sophia then presented me with five keys. These unlocked her collar, metal bra, chastity cage, thigh cuffs, and ankle restraints. As everything was connected by chains, Sophia had to move with extreme caution, lest the secrets hidden beneath her black dress be revealed. Though Sophia and I were classmates, and she remained by my side almost constantly at school, I chose to keep her in strict confinement daily, allowing her no freedom, not even to use the restroom. This was because I relished the feeling of complete control over her. Sophia, in turn, showed no signs of resistance; in fact, I sensed she enjoyed being controlled and managed, as it signified constant attention. The day passed quickly. Despite the tight restraints, Sophia harbored no anxiety. For the past month, she had been attending classes in this very state, allowing her to handle any suspicious glances from classmates with practiced ease. In the evening, a new set of leather restraints arrived. It was a "four-horse chariot" pose harness, designed to keep the wearer securely bound without the need for additional restraints. I had specifically instructed the manufacturer to include an opening for the mouth. When Sophia approached, I had her lie down on the harness. First, I positioned her head within the harness and zipped it up to her neck, enclosing her head. Then, I placed her legs into the harness and zipped it up to her buttocks, securing her legs. Her arms were folded behind her back before I zipped up the rear opening, connecting it to the front zipper and completely encasing Sophia within the leather. Looking at Sophia, now enveloped in the harness, I reached out and shook her. She understood and attempted to struggle within the leather. Though it was clear she couldn't break free, the extent of her movements left me unsatisfied, as there was still too much room for her to maneuver. I left Sophia confined in the harness for the moment and began gathering the props I would need: a pair of latex gloves, ballet boots, several leather belts, two bundles of red rope, ten rolls of PVC tape, ten rolls of gauze, a metal gag, three large inflatable butt plugs, and finally, a metal collar with a small lock. With these additions, I was confident Sophia would have a very enjoyable time.

After preparing all the props, I released Sophia from the four-horse harness. Since Sophia was already wearing a latex suit, no special preparation was needed, only the latex gloves and ballet boots I had just prepared needed to be put on her. After Sophia changed her high-heeled boots for ballet boots, I picked up the latex gloves and put them on Sophia's hands. Just as I was about to proceed, I looked at Sophia's head and pondered. Sophia's head was only covered with a latex hood, which seemed too simple. So I went back into the room and got another latex hood and four earplugs. Returning to Sophia, I removed the latex hood from her head, then took out two earplugs and inserted them into Sophia's ears. Next, I used the other two earplugs to block Sophia's nostrils, and finally put on the latex hood I had brought. This was a black latex hood, with an opening only at the mouth, and sealed everywhere else, including the nostrils. However, even if there were holes, Sophia's nostrils were already blocked by earplugs, so she probably couldn't breathe. Then came one of my favorite props, the metal gag. I inserted the metal gag into Sophia's mouth and then fastened the two straps of the gag behind Sophia's head. With the head restraint complete, it was time for the lower body. I unzipped Sophia's latex suit at the crotch, then pulled out the two large objects inside, and reinserted the two remote-controlled fake anal plugs I had prepared. Then I zipped it back up, using the latex suit to hold the two fake anal plugs in place to prevent them from falling out. As I was preparing the red rope, my gaze inadvertently swept over Sophia. Seeing Sophia standing there in a daze, I couldn't help but be curious. Was Sophia scared at this moment? After all, she couldn't see, couldn't hear, her mouth was forced open, and her hands and feet were also restrained. So, would Sophia be scared at this moment? Or expectant? Shaking my head, I dismissed the杂乱 thoughts from my mind and then kissed Sophia on the forehead. Then I picked up the red rope and began to bind Sophia's upper body. After tightly binding Sophia's upper body in a Japanese rear-naked-choke style, I helped Sophia lie flat on the bed. Then I brought Sophia's legs together, bent her calves backward, pressing them tightly against her thighs, and then bound them with the red rope. After binding, I checked every part of the red rope. Finally, confirming that Sophia truly could not break free from the red rope, I patted Sophia's perky buttocks with satisfaction. Next was the gauze wrapping. So I helped Sophia up and had her kneel on her knees. Then I opened a roll of gauze and began to wrap it upwards from Sophia's knees. As roll after roll of gauze was used up, Sophia was basically wrapped in gauze from head to toe, except for her mouth. When all 10 rolls of gauze were used up, Sophia had indeed become a white mummy, the only difference being that Sophia was restrained in a four-horse inverted hoof pose as a mummy. Taking out the black PVC tape, I began to wrap it upwards from Sophia's knees in the same way. When 8 rolls of tape were used up, Sophia was covered in black PVC tape from head to toe, except for her mouth. However, I didn't save the remaining two rolls of tape, but used them all on Sophia's key areas such as her neck, arms, waist, and thighs, to prevent Sophia from breaking free. Looking at Sophia, who was motionless on the bed, I showed no mercy. I then took out 10 belts and began to restrain Sophia. Two belts were tied horizontally across Sophia's chest, two were tied diagonally across her chest, two belts were used around Sophia's waist, and three were tied around her thighs. Finally, there was one short belt left. This belt should have been tied around her ankles, but now her thighs and calves were bound together, so her ankles could no longer be used. However, I didn't want to leave the last belt unused, so I finally tied it around Sophia's neck, but not too tightly, otherwise Sophia's breathing would be affected. At this point, Sophia could barely move. If it weren't for the sound of breathing from the metal gag proving Sophia was safe, I might have stopped immediately. But since Sophia was fine, I would continue to the next step. Since Sophia was no longer able to cooperate with me, I first laid the four-horse harness flat. Then I picked up Sophia and placed her on the harness. Then, as in the beginning, I first put Sophia's head into the corresponding hood of the harness, followed by Sophia's legs. But when I put her legs into the harness and was about to zip it up, I found that the zipper, which was usually easy to close, was now slightly taut due to the layers of restraints on Sophia. But overall, the tightly restrained Sophia became more suitable and fit the four-horse harness better. After I zipped both ends up to her neck, I locked the two zippers with a small lock to prevent them from sliding open. Finally, I picked up the metal collar and put it on Sophia's neck. The metal collar not only secured the small lock but also restricted Sophia's neck movement to some extent. Of course, this was Sophia's final restraint! Looking at the four-horse harness restraining Sophia, I carefully helped it stand up. Then I picked up Sophia and twirled her around the room, as if dancing a special waltz. Smelling the scent emanating from the harness, at this moment, I was like a little boy who had gotten his favorite toy. I was so happy. At this moment, how I wished time could stop. Unfortunately, this was impossible. All I could do was cherish every minute and second of this moment as much as possible.

The nun's frantic struggles, coupled with the added pleasure from her tight canal, sent me over the edge again not long after. And thanks to her desperate thrashing, I experienced the same feeling of climax I'd had with Sophia the first time, which was also due to her struggling. After my climax, my mind gradually calmed. Thinking carefully, the nun's struggles didn't seem to be about the pain of the whip. But what else could it be? I pondered. Whips were apparently used for beasts and slaves. Was that the reason? With this thought, I approached the nun, cupped her chin with one hand, and said, "What's wrong? Not satisfied with being whipped? But doesn't the whip suit your status as a bitch?" The earlier words were fine, but the moment I uttered "bitch," the nun began to struggle wildly again. Seeing that I had found the source of the problem, I stopped provoking her. Instead, I turned and retrieved some props from my backpack and the nearby Volkswagen Sagitar, preparing them for later. Once the props were ready, I untied the rope from one of the nun's legs. Then, disregarding her resistance, I bent her thigh and calf together, binding her leg again with rope. Next, I took out the prepared gauze and began to wrap her leg, concentrating more around her knees. This was to prevent her from scraping her knees if she tried to crawl on all fours. I then used tape to wrap her entire leg, ensuring the knots and gauze wouldn't come loose. Following the same procedure, I bound her other leg. Just as I was about to restrain her arms, the nun finally understood my intentions. Although she continued to resist, her strength was as weak as a child's, and there was no way she could stop me. Soon, her arms were bound just like her legs, leaving her, like Sophia, only able to walk on all fours. But that wasn't all. I removed the latex hood, the latex cowl, and the mask from the nun's head. As I was about to put a dog mask similar to Sophia's on her, I suddenly noticed something unusual around her mouth. Although there was no visible bulge, I could feel that her mouth seemed to have been forcibly stretched open. My intuition told me something was wrong. I put down the dog mask and carefully examined the nun's head. However, the latex hood made it difficult to see clearly. So, I used both hands to easily remove the latex hood. To my surprise, underneath the first latex hood was another one. Fortunately, I could now see why her mouth was stretched open. It was because of a flesh-colored ball inside, about 6cm in diameter. I then took a metal gag from my backpack and approached the nun. Slowly, I reached into her mouth with two fingers, grasping the flesh-colored ball, while holding the metal gag in my other hand, ready to place it in her mouth the moment it was free. However, as my fingers clamped onto the ball, I realized it wasn't as easy to remove as I'd thought. Initially, I assumed it was too large and was wedged between her teeth. But as I applied more force, the ball slowly began to emerge. To my astonishment, I saw a long, flesh-colored silicone rod attached to the back of the ball, about 5cm in diameter and roughly 40cm in length. The sheer length stunned me; I couldn't fathom how the nun had tolerated it, as it must have reached deep into her throat. But as I saw her attempt to close her mouth, I quickly shoved the metal gag into her mouth and tightened the strap behind her head, preventing her from spitting it out! I then placed the dog mask on the nun's head and secured the strap behind her head. Perhaps still reeling from the shock of the 40cm-long gag, I failed to notice that there were no breathing holes on the nun's face at all. Even though the mouth area was covered by latex, it was completely sealed. Next, I put a red collar around the nun's neck and attached a chain to it. Finally, I took out a butt plug with a very long tail. I unzipped the nun's crotch and removed the existing butt plug, then inserted the one with the tail into her anus, securing it with the zippers above and below. Her vagina, however, was empty. It was precisely 4 PM. Holding the nun, now bound like a dog slave, in one hand and a whip in the other, I was about to take her for a walk when I noticed her desperately digging her paws into the ground, resisting me. But with a slight pull, four marks appeared on the ground. Seeing her stubbornness, I didn't hesitate. I stepped forward and cracked the whip hard against her buttocks. A muffled curse came from the nun's mouth: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you!" Although I knew she was cursing me, I let her be after a few more lashes. What else could I do? She was completely unyielding. I couldn't possibly injure her. In the end, I resorted to methods I'd learned online, forcibly dragging her around the estate like one would train a dog. It took nearly an hour, and we'd circled the estate two or three times. The nun remained uncooperative, but at least she had started walking on all fours.

　　　Inside the room, a woman is taking off the uniform worn on the body, look at the style of the uniform, should be the hotel waitress, age about 25 years old, body can be, looks belong to the type of young woman, and on the side of the sofa, is sitting on a slightly younger teenage girl, looks like it should not be more than 20 years old, height of 160 or so, big eyes with a delicate face, head tied with a pair of ponytails, on the body! Wearing a gorgeous long dress, and the most striking thing on her body is actually; the pair of chest that will be the dress to support the high bulging huge Ru, so that I just want to use the childish giant Ru to praise her, the young girl looks although give a kind of loli feeling, but what she is doing at the moment, but it is not like a loli should be doing things. 　　　Waiting for the hotel waiter will be on the body after all the clothes off, then came to the front of the girl kneeling down, and will hands behind the back, then the girl will be a black latex headgear on the head of the waiter, seems to be afraid of the waiter peeping, so the girl and a few more times to check, after confirming that the waiter is really invisible, then began to carry out the next step, took out a metal collar, worn on the waiter's neck, and then took out a pair of leather handcuffs to put the waiter's neck, and then took out a pair of leather handcuffs to put the waiter's neck. Then took out a pair of leather cuffs and cuffed the waiter's hands behind his back. After that, he took out a single glove, stuffed the waiter's hands into the single glove, put the belt of the single glove through the chest of the huge Ru and the belt buckle, and then took out a metal shackle and put it on the waiter's mouth, and fastened the belt at the back of his head, forcing the waiter to open his mouth. 　　　Subsequently, the young girl will be all the clothes on their own body is also off, and then from the suitcase out of a patent leather girdle, a pair of black knee-high boots, a pair of over-the-elbow gloves, and so on these all wear on the body, just a moment ago, the lovely Lori, at the moment just like has become a queen style of the little witch, and then the young girl tugged on the neck of the waiter's collar, the waiter will pull the waiter to his own body, the waiter seems to be very familiar with the process, self-consciously The waiter seemed to be very familiar with the process, consciously sticking out his tongue, and the young girl cupped the waiter's chin with one hand, and then slowly opened her mouth, and gently bit the waiter's tongue that was sticking out of the mouth yoke with her teeth, but didn't exert herself, and just gently bit it, and then stuck her tongue into the other party's mouth yoke after that, tangling up with the other party's tongue. 　　　After a while, the young girl's tongue withdrew from the waiter's mouth, then the young girl pressed the waiter's head with her hand, and pressed the waiter's face underneath her own, and when the waiter stretched out his tongue and began to continuously flick on the young girl's pubic alcohol, the young girl then half-lay on the sofa, and her hands began to continuously ravage her own giant Ru, and her slightly squinted eyes showed the color of ecstasy, and at the same time her mouth unconsciously let out a pleasant The young girl was half lying on the sofa, and her hands started to ravage her own huge rouge. 　　　After a while, the young girl seemed to think that simply relying on the waitress's tongue could not satisfy her, so the young girl helped the waitress to stand up, and brought the waitress to the side of the bed, letting the waitress lie in the center of the bed, and then the young girl spread the waitress's legs apart, letting her thighs and calves bend and then stick together, tying them together with a rope, and tying the extra end of the rope to the side of the head of the bed, then tying up the other leg in the same manner, and tying up the extra end of the rope, and tying up the other leg in the same way. way and tied the extra rope to the head of the bed on the other side, forcing the waitress to spread her legs apart, exposing her lower body unobstructed. 　　　After tying up the waitress, the young girl went back to her suitcase, and then took out a pair of wearable yangju pants, which consisted of a belt, with three yangju on top of it, all of which were connected to airbags, proving that all three of them were inflatable yangju, and two of them were on the inner side of the yangju pants, and the other one was on the front of the yangju pants. The girl first took out two safety peaches and put them on the two Yang Ju inside the Yang Ju pants, then she took out a bottle of lubricant and poured some on top of the two Yang Ju, then she slowly stuffed the two Yang Ju into her own introductory channel and the gate, and squeezed the airbag a few times to make the Yang Ju a bit bigger, and felt the pleasure of the bottom being completely filled, the girl's face finally revealed a satisfied smile, before putting the The belt of Yang Ju's pants was fastened at the waist, and used a red ribbon to tie the three airbags together, so that they could be conveniently used later. 　　　Then the girl took out a collar and two leather handcuffs, after putting the collar on her neck, she put the two leather handcuffs on her wrists, and then the girl took out a yoke and put it on her mouth, and then she put the belt on the back of her head and fastened it tightly. 　　　After thinking about it, the girl also used tape to stick the deflating knobs of the three airbags, so that the airbags could only inflate the fake Yang Ju, but could not deflate the gas in the Yang Ju. After that, the girl took out a black timer lock and set the duration of three hours, then she climbed up to the bed with a chain of 30cm in length. 　　　Coming to the waiter's body, the young girl first put a safety peach on the Yang Ju in front of her, and then her body moved forward, directly sending the Yang Ju into the waiter's lead, and then the young girl leaned down, took out the chain with a length of 30cm, and buckled one end on the collar on her neck, and the other end on the collar on the waiter's neck, and then the young girl stretched her hands behind her back, and groped for a timing lock to Locking the leather cuffs on her own wrists, and with the three sounds of ''drip, drip, drip'', the timing lock had been locked, and knowing that there was no more chance of reversing it, the young girl took control of Yang Ju in front of her, and began to let loose in the waiter's approach.

Upon entering Japan, I had refrained from turning anyone into a vampire, not wanting to harm the innocent. My intention was to reserve this fate for those utterly wicked or detestable women, transforming them into my playthings, bound within latex suits as penance for their transgressions. However, my perspective has shifted. In this land, where can true innocence be found? Even if it exists, are my own countrymen innocent? Were the millions who perished not innocent? Understanding that one cannot stand against an entire nation, I've set aside the urge for widespread slaughter. Yet, I cannot simply let matters rest. Thus, I shall exact my own form of interest. I desire a clandestine revenge. In a hidden underground chamber of my villa, I will construct a room of glass dog cages. Within these cages, I will confine the husbands of all women, and then, before their very eyes, I will repeatedly violate their wives. I will condemn these men to an eternity of suffering. After marking the last speaker with my dark power, and then marking those who laughed the loudest, I decided against a large-scale action tonight. While I will settle accounts with these individuals, I do not wish to disrupt my larger plan by eliminating them prematurely. It was already three in the morning when I returned home. Though I had learned of the connection between vampires and latex from Klina before, I wished to experience it firsthand. Only through personal experience could I truly master the use of latex. From the trunk, I retrieved over a dozen full-body latex suits. These were tailored to my specifications: integrated gloves, feet, and a full head covering, with no openings for the mouth or nose, ensuring complete enclosure. As this was a last-minute request, the shop owner had to scour her entire inventory to find these few, in various colors. Some initially had openings for the mouth and nose, but she had resealed them, leaving only a zipper at the back. Upon arriving at the villa, I didn't immediately begin my experiment. Instead, I descended to the basement. There, I brought up the daughter of Yamagami Chusho from the underground chamber. Her name was Yamagami Yuri, and she had perfectly inherited her mother's exceptional genes, a breathtaking beauty. However, she possessed a beast of a father who, upon her coming of age, had forcibly confined her and her mother to serve him. Shaking my head to clear these disturbing thoughts, I retrieved the prepared tools. First, using gauze and tape, I balled up Yamagami Yuri's hands and wrapped them. Then, I produced handcuffs and fastened her hands behind her back. Next, I donned a pair of genuine leather gauntlets on her arms, tightening the straps to securely bind her limbs. This was not all. I produced a gag and fitted it into Yamagami Yuri's mouth, forcing her jaws open. I then wrapped her head with gauze and tape. Finally, I took a collar, placed it around her neck, and secured her with a chain to the vicinity of the large bed. The formal testing was about to commence. I laid the dozen or so latex suits on the table, placing two bottles of specialized latex adhesive beside them. Stripping off all my clothes, I stood naked before the table. After applying lubricant to my body, I began to don the first latex suit. The first was a black, full-body suit. Once on, I used the adhesive to seal the zipper seam at the back. Immediately, I felt my body enclosed, as if isolated from the world. Soon, a suffocating sensation swept over my mind, compelling me to tear off the suit. However, my remaining reason held me in check, preventing any impulsive action. I simply waited, allowing my body to adapt to the feeling of suffocation. After more than ten minutes, the sensation showed no signs of abating. I also noticed that, in addition to the intense suffocation, my penis, encased within the latex sheath, seemed to become more sensitive due to engorgement. Beyond that, there were no other apparent effects. I then attempted to lift the marble table in front of me. What I could easily lift with one hand before now remained utterly immobile, despite my full effort. It seemed the latex suit was indeed blocking my absorption of dark power, weakening my abilities. I discovered that my domain, which had previously extended nearly 300 meters, had now shrunk to less than ten meters. Gritting my teeth against the heavy suffocation, I picked up another latex suit from the table and continued to put it on. As I donned each successive suit, by the time I reached the fifth, and sealed the zipper with adhesive, the suffocating sensation remained unchanged. My domain, however, had dwindled to a mere meter around me. Feeling the pressure of five layers of latex on my limbs, body, and penis, I suddenly experienced a thrill born from the suffocation and tight embrace. Without hesitation, I continued to put on more suits. By the time I was wearing the ninth full-body suit, my domain was reduced to utter darkness. My senses of hearing and sight, needless to say, had vanished long before I even put on the third suit. The most pronounced sensations at this point, aside from the undiminished suffocation, were centered on my penis. Despite being tightly encased by nine layers of latex, it showed no signs of yielding. Instead, due to engorgement, it became even more sensitive, more defiant. The experiment's objective had been achieved. There was no need to wear the remaining two suits. Feeling my way, I located Yamagami Yuri lying on the bed. I had intended to position her for a rear-entry position, but my strength had waned so considerably that I couldn't even manage to turn her over. In the end, I had no choice but to pry open one of her legs, embrace it tightly with my arms, and then align my penis with her entrance. Even through nine layers of latex, I could feel the exquisite pleasure of penetration. Under the dual assault of suffocation and pleasure, I climaxed within minutes. But I did not stop there. The pleasure lingered, and I launched a new assault upon Yamagami Yuri.

Sachiko first placed her thighs within the shackles of the restraint frame, then her ankles. After locking them with small padlocks, she positioned her waist within the frame's shackles and secured them with small locks as well. Next, Sachiko moved the dildo machine behind her forward a few centimeters, allowing the two glass dildos to just enter her canal and anus. Once she felt they were positioned correctly, she firmly secured the machine. She then turned on the machine to test it. The two dildos behind her began to thrust in and out of her canal and anus simultaneously. Each time a dildo reached its deepest point, it seemed to deliver an electric shock, causing Sachiko's body to convulse. Lubricant was periodically sprayed from the tip of the dildo at her anus to prevent chafing. Confirming the machine was functioning properly, Sachiko tried to twist her hips, wondering if her canal and anus could evade the dildos' grasp. However, she quickly realized she had overestimated her mobility. With her thighs and waist securely locked in the restraint frame, there was no room to move. She then reached into the metal bra in front of her, fumbling around until a wire connector dislodged. She repeated this in the other metal bra, dislodging another connector. Finally, she retrieved two wires from the side of the restraint frame and connected them directly to the two connectors. Inside the metal bras, two electrical clamps were now attached to her nipples. Sachiko then brought some pre-prepared props closer, preparing to put them on one by one. She first took out two earplugs and inserted them into her ears. Then, she took out two 10cm nasal plugs and blocked her nostrils. She then picked up a black leather hood that only exposed her mouth, put it on her head, and adjusted it to align with her mouth. Only then did she slowly tighten and tie the leather straps behind the hood. Next, she put on a leather neck brace, tightening the straps behind it. She then placed a metal collar over the neck brace and locked it with a small padlock. Afterward, Sachiko fumbled for a horse gag. She took the gag into her mouth and then carefully fastened the leather straps of the gag around her head, securing them with small locks. The horse gag had metal rings on both sides and on top. She then took a chain, locked one end to the restraint frame behind her, and pulled the other end towards the top of her head. She then tilted her head back as far as possible, maintaining a 90-degree angle between her head and body, until she could no longer tilt it back. Finally, she locked the chain to the metal ring on top of her head. Subsequently, she attached two more chains to the sides of the restraint frame, pulled them taut, and directly tied them to the metal rings on the sides of the horse gag. Lastly, she took another chain, locked one end to the front of the metal collar, and the other end to a metal ring on the restraint frame in front of her. With all these adjustments, Sachiko's head could no longer move down or shake. She was forced to maintain a forward gaze. However, her sight, hearing, and even smell had already been completely blocked. Sachiko then pushed the dildo machine in front of her a bit further, allowing the silicone dildo to enter her mouth. She fumbled for the switch and turned it on. The dildo began to thrust in and out of her mouth. Perhaps feeling it wasn't deep enough and fearing it might slip out, she pushed the machine forward a few more centimeters before firmly securing it to the restraint frame. Next, she fumbled on the nearby table for a pair of over-the-elbow leather gloves and a pair of restraint mitts. In the dark, she turned on several switches not far away. Suddenly, Sachiko's body convulsed. It was likely the electrical clamps inside the metal bra had activated. The two dildos behind her and the dildo in front of her simultaneously attacked her three orifices. The intense pleasure made her body tremble even more violently, and she would occasionally cry out. The reason for her intermittent cries wasn't that the pleasure was sporadic, but that the dildo in her mouth muffled her screams. Enduring the physical pleasure, Sachiko put on the leather gloves. She then slipped on the restraint mitts, which were designed to limit finger movement, much like boots restrict toes. The mitts were less restrictive, allowing for slight finger movement. If her hands worked together, she could accomplish quite a bit. For instance, her hands helped each other buckle the straps of the restraint mitts at the wrists. She then took out two small locks and secured the straps, completely preventing her hands from escaping the mitts. However, if her hands were separated, her fingers would likely remain confined within the mitts. Continuing to endure the pleasure, Sachiko brought her hands behind her back. She then pressed her arms against the shackles. Inside the shackles, there was a protruding metal point. Sachiko applied pressure with her arms against the metal point, and with a 'click,' the shackles on her arms automatically locked. She then pressed her wrists against another set of shackles and squeezed. With another 'click,' her arms were securely locked behind her back in a straight-arm position. Watching this, I gradually understood Sachiko's intention. She wanted to complete her final journey in life in a way her husband preferred. If that were the case, the white liquid in the wooden barrel was likely nutrient solution. Such a large barrel, appearing to hold about a ton. Given the flow rate of the soft tube, it could only deliver about a pound a day at most. This meant Sachiko's daily intake was around a pound. Calculating this, it would take at least five years to consume the entire barrel. But did the nutrient solution have such a long shelf life, or was it specially made? Five years. If the equipment on Sachiko and her body remained in good condition, it meant she would have to survive in her current state for at least five more years. Five years without smell or hearing, five years of darkness. During these five years, Sachiko would not only be unable to move but would also constantly endure the torment of three dildos and two sets of electrical devices. It was no wonder Sachiko had plugged her nose. Five years without bathing was one thing, but the issue of waste was another. Even if she didn't defecate from nutrient solution, she would still urinate, wouldn't she? Sachiko had two possible ways out: one was to escape with a key. However, Sachiko had placed all the keys in a box beforehand. This box was placed about a meter away from her, next to her husband's memorial portrait. Perhaps Sachiko hoped to be restrained as before, with the keys held by her husband. Yet, this short distance of one meter was an unreachable distance for Sachiko, whose hands and feet were bound.