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'Yukiko Shinkai.' She's still not used to that name. It feels strange and foreign to her. Seventeen years growing up, being told that whoever she marries will need to take her family name to inherit the Amagi inn, and it all goes up in smoke because the inn needed a financial backer, badly... and had wanted something precious in return.

Her parents had, much to her shock, acquiesced. Yukiko still can't believe it. Part of her wishes she'd just run, but she could never betray her family, biological or otherwise, at the inn.

Which is why she's married now. To be blunt, it's not great. Her husband's not unattractive, true, but he's so much older than her.

And sometimes he's rough. She doesn't know how to deal with it. If she fights back too much, he just threatens her family and the inn.

More than ever, she feels like a caged bird. Only this time there's no Investigation Team coming to save her.

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Their day-to-day was always a little bit different. He had work and she had school. Sometimes he would pick her up and other times she was free until he returned at night. Other days he was available the whole day, and sometimes made her skip school so they could play.

Yukiko was still terribly unhappy with the circumstances and always got him that much more excited. He always preferred when she resisted him.

That day he was home early and rather than pick Yukiko up from school he decided to wait at home and surprise her. Having an excess of wealth, their home was big and lavish and just outside the city proper.

When he heard Yukiko opening the front door, he went to meet her in the entryway with a wicked smile on his face.

"I've been waiting for you, honey," he would say in greeting, followed by, "Take your top off and come here."

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Normally, the few hours between her getting home from school and his getting home from work were some of the very few moments in a week when Yukiko could have time to herself and build up some semblance of privacy and emotional security. Which is why it makes her shudder when she comes home only to be startled by him in the entrance.

Her heart plummets. He wouldn't have come home early if he didn't have something planned.

"It's nice to see you, dear," she lies through her teeth. (It's never nice to see him). "Um, it's okay if I go get a little drink of water and set my things down, right?"

Anything to buy a little more time before his hands are on her.

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It's obvious enough to him that she doesn't mean what she says, but he doesn't bother pointing it out. He likes hearing her lie to seem more amicable.

"You can leave your things there," he says, waving a dismissive hand in her direction. He's aware of the game she's trying to play and he doesn't have the patience for it. She was already being allowed to undress herself rather than have him tear it off her.

"Now hurry up and come here, Yukiko. I want to play with you."

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It was always a long shot, anyway. Yukiko's fully aware that her time, her body, her life now no longer belong to her. They belong to this man, her husband. He'd kept her home from school for a whole week on 'sickness' claims as she recovered from the black eye he'd given her the first time she'd refused him.

There's no way out of this. Her mind tries to find an escape route, but anything she does right now, she'll pay for later.

Eventually, the resistance leaves her face and she glumly looks down and to the side. "...all right," she says, setting her bookbag on the floor and sliding her shoes off. She slowly begins unbuttoning her sweater, taking her time with it as she approaches him.

"I do have a lot of homework tonight, so if this could be a little quick? Dear," she adds at the end.

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That week had been a fun one, with Yukiko positively terrified of him. Having not wanted to waste the opportunity, he even spent the week home from work with his wife, fucking her every day and into every night.

"We'll see," he answers. It's a more believable excuse; the new school he'd sent her off to was a prestigious one, after all.

Satoshi watches with a frown as Yukiko nears him, taking much too long with her sweater. When she's close enough he slaps her face. Not too hard, at the very least not as hard as he's struck her before.

"Don't mess with me, Yukiko." He reaches down and finishes unbuttoning her sweater for her, then roughly pushes it off her shoulders and lets it fall away to the ground. He holds her uniform top by the bottom and pulls it up over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra is removed in the same hasty fashion, and then his hands press down onto her chest.

"I already missed these," he says to her. His fingers trail out to the golden rings in her nipples and tug and twist them. Then, pulling on the rings to bring Yukiko closer, Satoshi tips his head down and shoves his tongue into her mouth.

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That week, where he'd done his best to rape her into submission, had been the one that had fully convinced Yukiko of this man's boundless cruelty. On some level, it had been the thing that had truly broken her spirit. Not only had he threatened her, but he'd threatened the inn. Her family. And he had the power to destroy all of them.

After that, her resistance had become much less overt, more about delaying or avoiding than denying. Still, even that has its limits. She's reminded of them when his hand strikes her face. It's more of a surprise than an actual painful blow, though it stings enough to remind her what he's capable of. "S-sorry," she manages to mumble, before he's forcibly undressing her.

There's no care to it. He doesn't care about her sweater or her uniform. He just wants to get his hands on his high-school wife, and before she knows it, Yukiko's half naked.

Her nipples are still a little sensitive from the relatively recent piercings, so there's no muffling the little gasp and hiss of pain as he tweaks the rings, the metal tugging on her flesh from inside. She stumbles closer when he pulls on them, toying with her pert, modest breasts, and opens her mouth just in time for his tongue to slide as far as it can into her.

She feels like crying. Instead, she just has to accept this, to endure it. That she's a piece of meat now, to be fondled and groped and fucked as he pleases.

She kisses back... somewhat. It's very mild, just enough to be less of a dead fish than he'd hit her for.

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Yukiko has never been very enthusiastic with their kisses, or with much of anything. He could see perfectly well why, but that didn't make it any more okay with him.

He takes one hand away from her chest and pushes it up into her hair to hold the back of her head, to keep her from pulling away from their kiss. Then, in order to have a bit more fun with her, he pulls sharply on one of the rings and twists it. If she won't reciprocate a kiss with more passion, he can at least enjoy her crying out into his mouth.

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It works on both levels. She makes a very real noise of pain into the kiss when he tweaks the ring, twisting it until it hurts, but she knows she can't get away.

So reluctantly, very reluctantly, she tries pushing back into the kiss. Doing something with her tongue, sucking on his. It's sort of frustrating how easily she finds herself manipulated.

But pain is a sharp teacher, and she's only human. How much can a 17-year-old be expected to withstand?

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There really isn't a choice for Yukiko that gets her out of further punishment. He'd only keep pulling on her nipples to make her cry out some more, but her renewed efforts are just encouragement to use pain to motivate her.

Satoshi, on the other hand, happily kisses Yukiko back. He plays with her tongue, sucking it between his lips and drawing it from her mouth.

With it apparently unnecessary to keep his hand at the back of her head, he lets it slide down Yukiko's back and over the swell of her ass, squeezing a cheek through her skirt.

When he finally decides to pull away from the kiss, he regards her with a smile. "That was good, dear. I expect you to try that much with every kiss from now on." Still squeezing her ass in one hand, he reached into his pocket with the other and produced a shiny pair of handcuffs.

"Put these on behind your back for me."

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This is so disgusting. She hates it. She hates how he toys with her tongue, she hates the sensation of someone sucking on it, his rough, older hands pawing at her body like he owns it.

But then, doesn't he, in a way?

She makes a muffled noise into the kiss when he grabs her ass, only too happy to break the kiss off when he pulls back. "I'll do my best, darling," she murmurs, though it's dripping with insincerity. Yukiko suspects he doesn't care about that. He just wants her to obey him.

The handcuffs, though. They're new. Instantly, alarm bells ring in Yukiko's head. He wants her to be helpless and unable to fight back. But what choice does she have? She already is.

So slowly, very slowly, she reaches out to grab the handcuffs. They tighten around one wrist, and then she brings them behind her back, closing them around the other. She's committed, now.

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The handcuffs are something of a formality, really. Even without them Yukiko was helpless to fight back, but they served to ensure Yukiko felt as helpless as she was.

Listening for the clicking sound of the handcuffs ratcheting closed, Satoshi put his hand on her slim waist as he kissed her again.

"You're my pretty little doll, aren't you, Yukiko?" Satoshi pulled a short chain from his back pocket, and leisurely clipped each end to her nipple rings.

"I want to hear you say you were born to be a doll. Tell me you're meant to be used like a toy."

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She feels sick. She feels sick, the way Satoshi looks at her, the way he paws at her. She truly is helpless, isn't she? This is far worse than she'd ever felt trapped at the Amagi Inn.

She can't even escape into the TV world. He'd take it out on her family. That's the ultimate power he has over her, and they both know it.

She tries to return the kiss this time, at least.

Having a chain attached to her nipple rings makes her feel like some sort of toy to be led around on a leash. She tenses her jaw, gritting her teeth. She's clearly not happy about saying it. "I was... born to be a doll, darling. Used like a toy."

She wants to spit in his face.

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For this, Yukiko's half-assed way of speaking with him won't cut it.

With a couple fingers curled around the chain, Satoshi raises it up into the air. He pulls it up high enough that she would be forced onto the tips of her toes.

"That doesn't sound like you believe it." He pulled on the chain, raising it a couple centimeters higher. "Try again. Say it over and over until I say you can stop."

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The way he sharply tugs on the chain, forcing the rings in her nipples to dig against his force and her body weight, makes Yukiko actually cry out for a second before she catches herself, standing on the tips of her toes just for some relief of the pain. She's strong-willed, but even she has her limits.

"I... was born to be a doll," she gasps through the pain. "I was born to be a doll, I was born to be a doll!"

Just make it stop hurting. Please.

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"That's better," he says, lowering his hand and the chain down. It's still being pulled up on, only not so hard that Yukiko was being lifted off her feet. Just enough to remind her it's there, and maybe enough to hurt just a tiny bit.

"Now come this way." Without letting his hand down any more, Satoshi turns and leads Yukiko into the living room. He goes quickly, purposefully.

In the living room, he brings her up to the large windows that open out to the front of the house. The blinds are up and the curtains are wide open. The house has a sizeable front yard, but anyone who cared to look into the window of the house would see Yukiko in all her topless beauty.

Hanging from the curtain rod by a thin rope was a carabiner. Satoshi brought Yukiko right up to the window and then lifted the chain higher so that he could attach it to the carabiner. She could keep the chain from pulling on her nipples enough to hurt them by standing on the very tips of her toes, but it was a test in endurance.

"Wait right here." Satoshi spoke into Yukiko's ear before kissing her neck and leaving her, his footsteps letting her know that he'd gone upstairs.

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She follows him (what choice does she have) to the window, where she has a sinking feeling that she knows what he's going to do. And she's right. Though this particular brand of exhibitionism is fairly unique, it's not the first time he's made her do something in view of the neighbors and the street, or fucked her in plain sight.

And yet not one of them ever does or says anything. Perhaps they're afraid of him. Perhaps they think that what a husband does to his wife is none of their business.

There are definitely a few people in the street walking past. She thinks she sees one or two look up at the window. Maybe she's imagining it, standing on the tips of her toes lest the chain feel like it's tugging the rings out of her skin. Discomfort doesn't even begin to describe it.

Why is this man so cruel? Every time he seems like he's about to show her kindness, he only switches it around for more cruelty.

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Satoshi dawdled upstairs, but only a little. As much as he liked the idea of leaving Yukiko helplessly exposed, he wanted to play with her just as badly. He'd gone upstairs to retrieve Yukiko's favorite toy: a hitachi wand. One of the nicer ones, with many adjustable settings and changeable heads, with a powerful rechargeable battery to allow for more maneuverability.

Back downstairs, Satoshi comes up behind Yukiko and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. It provides the barest amount of relief to her calves with him supporting some of her weight.

"I've got your favorite," he said, bringing the wand up in front of her for her to see. The silicone head had a curved protrusion, made for stimulating very specific places, the inside of the curve was covered in dozens of little nubs.

"Why don't you give it a kiss and get it wet?" The wand was held up to Yukiko's mouth and touched to her lips, his suggestion more of a command.

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Yukiko couldn't see what Satoshi was doing even as he came up behind her, until he was holding the wand up in front of her. Of course. He didn't just want her to suffer, he wanted to humiliate her by including pleasure. She doesn't know why she ever thought differently.

"Satoshi d-dear," she manages to stammer, even as she leans in and starts kissing the wand as asked. "If you're going to use that, could you... unhook me?"

"My knees get a little weak when you use that, and I'd rather not, um, tear something."

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"No." The answer is given without a moment's hesitation. His voice is stern and unwavering, though behind her there's a smile on his face.

Satoshi tips his head down to kiss at Yukiko's neck. His lips and his tongue caress her soft skin. He loves the taste of her. "You'll just have to be careful," he tells her before biting her neck. The hand on her flat stomach presses gently against her, fingers splaying outward to feel as much of her as he can. It drifts downward as he kisses her, unzipping her skirt and pushing it down off her hips. After that his hand slips easily underneath Yukiko's pantyhose and the front of her panties, fingers sliding down between her folds.

"Are you nice and wet down here for me like usual, dear?"

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Shit. If it's just him pawing at her, or using her as something warm and wet to thrust his dick into, she can deal. She clears her mind and drifts off to a happier mental place. But the pain grounds her, and the very real fear of having her legs give way and the rings come pulling out of her sore nipples is, well, terrifying.

That fear, rather than arousal, is the reason he shakes a little bit as his lips caress her skin, under the soft, shiny black of her hair. She squeezes her thighs together a little bit as his hand slides downwards, her skirt falling at her ankles.

She's not really that wet, not yet. There's a little dampness between her legs because of the kissing from earlier, but being treated like this is hardly a turn-on. So even though he can feel that she's only just starting to get wet, she lies. "I'm... so wet, darling... can't you feel it?"

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The lie is too obvious. There's hardly enough for him to even wet his fingers, though that doesn't stop him from toying with her folds.

He reaches out with the other hand and, still holding the wand, pulls sharply up on the rope holding the hook. To ensure she's hurting he continues to pull on it, the rings pulling Yukiko's nipples and breasts away from her body.

"Why are you lying to me, dear?"

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Yukiko gasps sharply when he tugs on the rope, a sharp flash of pain shooting through her breasts and nipples. She winces, squeezing her eyes shut, biting down on her lower lip. "I-- I'm sorry!" she pants. "I didn't want... you to be disappointed in me...!"

She thought it had been what he wanted to hear. If she'd said she wasn't wet, he might have just done this for not being ready for him. His cruelty was capricious, after all.

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It was very likely that he would have punished her for telling him that she wasn't wet. A doll should have always been ready for her master, after all.

"It looks like I'll have to spend some time disciplining you tonight, Yukiko." And with their activities starting earlier than normal, there is plenty of time left in the day for everything. "But for now we'll have some fun."

Her punishment for the time being, though, is that he doesn't release his hold on the rope. He pushes her panties and pantyhose down before passing the wand to the other hand. The little protruding head is wedged up between her labia so that it cradles her clit within all the tiny nubs, and turned on. Just a low setting, to start her off with.

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She doesn't know how she can possibly stand it. She doesn't know how she can stand his cruelty, or the pain, or the idea of being owned by someone else with no way out. When he strips her just enough to exposed her (newly shaved) pussy, wedging the head of the wand in, Yukiko gasps. Even on the lowest setting, the vibration is still pleasurable. But it mixes with the pain in her breasts, with the shame of being exposed and handled.

The result is a body that's thoroughly confused about what's good or what's bad, and it makes Yukiko so frustrated she could burst into tears. "Please," she begs. "I... I really do have schoolwork, Satoshi! Th-they'll be suspicious!"

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Satoshi moves himself further into his wife's way. His chest pushes against her back but it does nothing to offer relief from that tense chain when he simply brings it another centimeter higher. But the wand between her legs provides the support Yukiko needs to avoid crumpling and tearing apart her piercings.

That simple toy is her tormentor and savior.

When he speaks with his cheek to her head, his breath is hot as it washes down through her hair. "Darling. Doesn't it feel good?" Guided by his hand, the wand pushes around in tiny circles against her clit. Satoshi closes his eyes and breathes deep in the scent of her. The vibrator speeds up another level and then another. He swaps to a different motion, pushing it back and forth instead.

"I'll let you have time to finish your schoolwork before dinner." Which would have been in only a few hours. "If you can let yourself go for right now."

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It hurts. It hurts so badly, being suspended like that, even with a portion of her weight on the balls of her feet. Gravity drives her down, pulling on her breasts, pushing her down more firmly on the wand vibrating against her clit. It offers a little relief from the pain in her nipples, but it only makes things worse if she doesn't want to orgasm.

Again, she finds herself without a choice. She can try to cleave to her pride and hold off, or she can debase herself and have a little bit of relief from the pain, from the humiliation. There's no option there.

So she tries to let herself go. "It feels... so good," she breathes, and it's not even a lie. It does feel good, and that's the problem.

"Satoshi... Satoshi, a little higher, okay? Nn, right there." It's easy to slip into this frame of mind. To just let herself be ruled by pleasure, by the vibrator between her legs. She just has to let go.

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"Good girl." The affirmation is whispered into her ear and followed by warm, gentle kisses along her neck. What a pleasure it is to own Yukiko in both body and mind, to be able to twist and bend her to any whim. He could only imagine the despair that must have gripped her, having been condemned to this fate by her own family.

At her insistence the head of the wand sneaks a little higher. He still pushes it back and forth in a come-hither motion.

"I'll give you another reward, but you have to beg for it, if you want to cum." And though he says that, he drives her furiously to that pleasurable edge.

"Do you want to cum, darling?"

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She doesn't. She really doesn't want to give in, to let him have the goddamn satisfaction of breaking her soul and spirit along with controlling her mind. But months of resistance have taught her that resisting only gets her pain, that it can be over so very easily if she gives in.

So she gives in.

"I... I want to come, Satoshi," she pleads, squeezing her eyes shut as he kisses her neck, her hips pushing against that humming head. "Please, may I come? --hold me up, please!" she adds, as her knees are genuinely getting weak.

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"I've got you," he says through a smile. Taking his hand from around her stomach, he sucks on his middle finger to get it good and wet. Though she can't see, he makes sure to do it loudly enough for her to hear. Then he wedges the hand between them and drags the slick finger over her puckered hole just once before working it in. Like a little hook in her ass, his finger helps to keep her standing. Combined with the vibrator, they aren't enough to provide Yukiko with completely relief, but she won't be collapsing to the ground at least.

"You can come whenever you want, darling."

apologies for slowness!

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Yukiko gasps, her tortured breath forced out of her as that finger pushes its way into her ass. It's a joke, a cruel one at that; there's no way that this and the vibrator would hold her up if her knees truly buckled. She'd be left with genuine wounds in the worst case scenario.

She can't think of the worst case scenario. She can barely think. Her mind feels clouded white as her hips spasm against the vibrator, her orgasm rocking her body.

:D

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Satoshi loves the feel of his young wife's body pressed up against his. She's warm, and there's a sheen of sweat on her that's dampening the shirt he's still wearing. He closes his eyes against her head and revels in the by-now familiar way her little body trembles when she comes.

When she settles he opens his eyes again. The vibrator has been going the whole time, and he doesn't let up on it. He begins to stroke the little silicone pad over her clit again.

Being only marginally more careful, he works a second finger into her ass, curling and stroking them inside of her.

"Doesn't it feel good to let go?"

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Yukiko actually squeaks when he keeps pressing the head of the vibrator to her sore, aching clit, the sensation that had been tense before now almost overwhelming. Compared to that, the second finger in her ass is barely noticeable.

"Satoshi," she gasps, gulping down air. "P-please, I'm going to fall if you... if there's too much more!" Indeed, her knees are wobbly. Her voice is somewhere between 'desperate' and 'pleading.'