Chapter 5: Epilogue
3 Weeks Later…
Sae was standing at the
photocopier at work, waiting for the necessary documents for her next case to
finish copying. She was attired in her usual professional clothing. A black
blazer buttoned up atop her dark blouse, a pair of black pantyhose reached up
beneath her black suit trousers and a pair of professional-looking black heels
completed the ensemble. Her ashen grey-brown hair was perfectly brushed and
reached down just past her breasts.
Her expression was once again
schooled into the neutral serious features the SIU prosecutor was known for.
Her thoughts were focused on the coming trial, mentally cataloguing the
strategies the defence might use with the evidence that was currently present.
She had briefly considered forging some incriminating evidence, it would not be
hard and he was certainly guilty. But the case had persisted a touch too long
before it had been reassigned to her, any new evidence would look suspicious.
She would just have to deal with the case the traditional way. Though there was
no doubt in her mind that she would succeed and expose the truth of the manner.
A sudden tingle beginning in her
lower tummy and reaching down to between her thighs brought the prosecutor's
thoughts to a screeching halt. Irritation flared into annoyance in her mind,
her manicured fingers pressed into the palms of her hands. She shifted in
place. The copier still had several minutes remaining on it. She would have to
come back for the documents. The last time she ignored the heated sensations
she had left a trail behind her on the corridor of the 8th floor. Thankfully no
one had noticed at the time. Though it did ruin her shoes, she had to go buy a
fresh pair after her left shoe had become sticky with her own fluids.
She let out a shaky breath, her
cheeks showing a pink tint. She turned and with long confident strides began to
make her way back to her office. She had to keep up her pretences even as she
made her own brand of the walk of shame. She was nearly at her office
when her lower lips throbbed with desire mid-stride and she found herself
nearly losing her balance. The tint of her cheeks evolved into a light blush as
she saw in her peripheral vision one of the secretaries glancing up as they
noticed her momentarily misplaced footing.
Gritting her teeth behind closed
lips Sae grabbed the handle to the door of her office and pushed her way in,
barely restraining her irritation enough to stop herself from slamming the
door.
Her office carried the same aura
of intimidation and professionalism she possessed, or she normally possessed. A
large window let in the bright summer light, breathing heat and life into the
space, the east and west walls were lined with bookcases that housed hardback
legal books, and the door leading into her office was surrounded with oak-bordered
frames housing her numerous qualifications and the newspaper clippings
reporting on her most famous of cases. In front of the giant window was a giant
enclosed desk with a dark polished oak surface, the desk was bare aside from a
few framed photos facing her dark leather desk chair and small pot housing a
handful of pens.
She briskly crossed the carpeted
floor and circled around her desk. Her heart hastening, she unbuckled the clasp
of her suit trousers and pushed them down her slender pantyhosed legs. As the
clothing pooled around her ankles, with shaky fingers she grabbed at the
waistline of her pantyhose and black lacy panties, and she began to shimmy them
down. Her pussy quivered as she effectively mooned the incredible city of Tokyo,
giving the impressive view that her office overlooked a view of its own.
The dark pantyhose reached just past her knees before she pulled out her chair
and moved to sit down, though it was more of a fall as she lost her balance,
her legs partially bounded together. Her chair bounced beneath her naked ass
and wheeled back, tapping against the glass of the window.
She leaned forward and grabbed at
one of the two bags under her desk, one of which held a clean set of clothes
and an extra pair of shoes should she ever experience a repeat of the previous
week. She fished her special toy out of the bag, licking her lips she brought
the tip to her glistening lips. Ever since she’d been at that club, she’d been
experiencing dozens of bursts of arousal and pleasure throughout the day.
Trapped within her small
intestines Makoto was wriggling like a worm on a hook as a villus found the
hole between her ass cheeks and was wiggling its way inside her, its
self-lubricating body forcing her anus to widen for it. The walls began to buzz
and vibrate again. The tiny former queen moaned around the villus in her mouth,
her goddess was masturbating again. Makoto was filled with a mixture of
pleasure and pride as her bones violently shuddered as she found tiny ways to
help her sister feel good, even if her goddess would never know it was her. It
was the perfect way for the tiny priestess to give thanks for all the pleasure,
sustenance and protection Goddess Sae had given her, to give her as much
pleasure as she could.
She sucked hungrily on the villus
that had made its home in her mouth as her goddess stretched her ass,
swallowing every drop of chyme that oozed from it, like a cum guzzling whore.
Makoto pushed out her chest and did her best to start grinding her body against
the floor of Sae’s small intestine.
Sae flicked the switch to the
third setting on her vibrator, just making out the tingling feeling in her
lower tummy made by her shrunken sister rubbing her tits against her as her ass
was violated. Sae let out a muffled moan as she felt the first orgasm erupt
through her, her stomach clenching, her hips bucking, and her fluids leaking
into a gradually growing pool on her office chair.
Makoto felt her own orgasm forced
from her body as Sae’s small intestine squeezed around her, sealing her in an
airtight prison. Her ass squirted around the villus like her pussy as the
panicgasm embraced her, one of the many gifts of her goddess through the
repeated conditioning she suffered was the smothering fetish. Makoto’s
favourite moments were when her goddess squeezed her like this. It was one of
the reasons all thoughts of leaving had left her mind, well that and the fact
she was stuck, in a constant state of bliss and euphoria, and when her goddess
rode her motorbike. That was really intense and she loved every damn second of
it, it was exhilarating and made her feel so alive every time.
This was where she belonged. In
her goddess’s digestive tract.
The walls relaxed and another
clump of chyme was ejaculated into her stomach before the villus was pulled
back into her throat.
Sae arched her back, sliding her
toy up to the hilt inside her slit when there was a sudden confident
knock at her door. Her ass slammed back on the chair and she lurched forward in
her chair, making herself hover over her desk as she looked up at her door. Her
cheeks flushed, the warmth emitting through her window, caressing her tanned
thighs making her more and more aware that her lower half was completely naked.
“Enter,” Sae said on impulse,
barely realising what she had just said.
Crossing her. legs she muffled
the sound of her vibrator.
The door opened and Goro Akechi
stepped into the room, his brown neck-length hair was just as shaggy as always,
the bangs reaching just shy of his reddish-brown eyes. He was wearing his
signature tan, black buttoned, peacoat over a black striped suit with a white
tie, and black loafers completing his wardrobe. In one hand he held a white
coffee cup with a second held in the nook of his elbow, with a stack of papers
in his other hand.
“Morning Ms Nijiima, I was
bringing your coffee and I noticed these in the copier,” Akechi greeted her,
approaching her desk and placing the pile of papers on her desk then placing
the cup down once he was sure he wasn’t going to drop his own.
Sae swallowed, she was now very
glad her desk was enclosed and Akechi couldn’t see her naked legs. The
vibrating was also getting very difficult to ignore, the butterflies in
her lower tummy pairing with the sex toy drawing her closer to another orgasm.
And Akechi’s presence was only bringing her closer. She’d never be able to look
him in the eye again if he worked out she was masturbating and he’d seen her half
naked.
“Thank you, I got a little
distracted and forgot about them,” she sipped at her coffee, black with two
sugars like she liked it, he never got her coffee wrong from the day he had
learned how she took it.
“I thought that might be the ca-“
he broke off and frowned, “what’s that sound?”
Sae was now very aware of the
muffled buzzing sound coming from between her thighs. Her lips squeezed around
the toy. This was so hot.
“I don’t hear anything.”
“It’s like-“
“Akechi!” she interrupted cutting
him off with a tone that permitted no argument. He made eye contact with her,
showing that she had his full undivided attention.
She felt ridiculous using that
tone while she was half-naked, the warm leather cushioning her bare ass.
“Could you go get me the report from
the night of the incident? I forgot to grab it earlier.”
Akechi nodded and spun on his
heel, rushing off to complete his task. As the door closed behind him Sae let
out a sigh of relief, her thighs opening and the vibrator sliding out a little.
Another orgasm and it was pushed completely out of her snatch. She needed to
get dressed before Akechi came back. Her eyes fell to her desk and her heart
was hit with a jolt of reality as she saw a photo of her and Makoto. Her little
sister had a huge smile on her face and was hugging her arm, while she had a
tiny respectable smile in place.
She hadn’t seen her sister in
weeks and was beyond starting to worry about her, she’d even hired a PI to find
out what happened.
She would find out the truth and
if anything had happened to her little sister there would be HELL to pay. The
flicker of rage turned into guilt and disgust.
‘I can’t believe I masturbated
in front of a photo of Makoto…’