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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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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."

"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?"

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?"

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?"

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.

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.

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!"

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.

"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?"

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.

"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."

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.

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?"

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.'

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apologies for slowness!

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