Kiyosumi Akira, Or know as The phantom thief who was from Trinity General School and she also one of the Seven prisoners, Who is good at stealing, Until one day, she got caught and she might got some..special punishment
*In jail in deepest floor, There was Akira there, but she was locked in a special machine, her head was trapped into the machine, so there was no sound coming from her since her head was in there, that's mean she don't hear, see and speak, and outside can't heard her since her head was inside that machine that cover her head, her arms was spread and tied up by handcuffs, her shirt was not on her body, exposing her medium size breasts and her white beautiful skins, Her pink nipples had some kind of rubber tubes holding them in place, her legs was spread, her white riding reaches was torn of from between her legs, and her pussy had something inserted inside there and vibrating, her pussy juice was spreading while her body was wiggling with pleasure.
Machine dildo was vibrating harder, faster and deeper.
Akira's eyes rolled back as she felt another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands struggled against the cold, unyielding metal cuffs, but they refused to budge. Despite being trapped in this machine, her body betrayed her; it reveled in the sensations. She arched her back and cried out silently, a pleasurable moan escaping through her pink lips that were held tight by gag.
The walls of the cell vibrated with each passing moment, synchronized to the machine's rhythm as it continued its relentless assault on her most intimate parts. Akira bit down on the ball gag attached to the head restraint, trying to muffle her cries and keep them from echoing throughout the jail.
Her hips bucked and twisted violently against the cold metal table, her body writhing in ecstasy as she felt herself closer and closer to climax. Each spasm was met with a delicious burst of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Despite being unable to see or speak, Akira knew deep down that she had never experienced anything quite like this before; it was exhilarating...and humiliating in equal measure.
With one final shuddering gasp, Akira felt herself release into oblivion, her body spasming violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. As the sensations began to subside, she could only hope that whoever had devised this perverse punishment was satisfied with their handiwork...and that they would soon move on to someone else.
Then another dildo was try to stuffed into her asshole, she tried to wiggling, But Dildo was inserted deep into her asshole.
Akira arched her back again as she felt a third invasive object push its way into her tight body, filling and stretching every last inch of her. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sensation of being so utterly penetrated and claimed. Her fingers curled into useless fists against the metal cuffs as she struggled to find purchase, anything that would bring her release from this torment.
With each thrust, the machine seemed to pound deeper into her core, driving her towards a new peak of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Tears trickled down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and saliva that coated her face as she rode out wave after wave of ecstasy, her body betraying her once more in this most humiliating of situations.
She wished desperately for it to end, for someone to come rescue her from this hellish machine...but deep down, Akira knew that she had brought this upon herself. And as another wave of pleasure threatened to consume her entirely, she could only hope that maybe, just maybe, she would learn from this experience and never again find herself in such a vulnerable position.
More time passed it's make her feel pleasure and lust more and more.
Akira's mind reeled as sensation after sensation battered her already-sensitive body. She could feel every inch of each dildo, the cold metal table beneath her, and even the slight pressure from the handcuffs on her wrists. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her system, causing her to shudder with pleasure and release another wave of fluid onto the table below.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, as if she were drowning in ecstasy. Her fingernails scratched futilely against the metal cuffs, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. In that moment, Akira realized that there was no escape; this machine had claimed her completely and utterly. And yet...as she drifted further into oblivion, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she should have listened more closely to the lessons her time at Trinity General School could have taught her. Perhaps then, she wouldn't be in this position now.
Then she was orgasmed.
After what felt like an eternity of relentless pleasure and pain, Akira's body finally gave in to the sensations battering her at every turn. With one last shuddering gasp, she felt herself climax, her muscles tensing and relaxing uncontrollably as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her. Tears streamed down her cheeks once more, this time not from shame or anger but from the intense release coursing through her veins.
As the orgasm finally began to subside, Akira lay limp and panting, trying to catch her breath. She felt drained...but also strangely cleansed. Perhaps there was something to be learned from this humiliating experience, she thought as she gazed through tear-filled eyes at the gag still wedged between her lips. There had been beauty amidst all the ugliness, hadn't there? She just hoped that next time...next time wouldn't be so hard.
Time passed, More of the dildo that stuffed into her asshole and pussy, make her felt pleasure and lost, like now she was a sex toy.
Akira arched her back once more as yet another dildo plunged deep into her tender flesh, filling her to the brim with pleasure. She clenched her fingers around nothingness, struggling against an invisible force that held her captive. Despite her predicament, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of submission wash over her; a surrender to the sensations ravaging her body. As time passed and more dildos were added, she found herself losing track of where one began and another ended.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation heightening the sensations that coursed through her veins. Her head spun with pleasure, leaving her mind numb and pliant to whatever fate awaited her next. And as she lay there, helpless and exposed, Akira couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was what it truly meant to be understood...to finally feel connected to something beyond herself.
But even as these thoughts fluttered through her mind like fallen leaves on a windy autumn day, another wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and she forgot everything but the sensation of being completely and utterly claimed.
her mind felt with lust and pleasure very much after that.
With every thrust that filled her body, Akira felt a new wave of pleasure wash over her. Her mind reeled as sensation after sensation assaulted her consciousness. It was almost as if she had been transformed into nothing more than a vessel for the overwhelming lust that seemed to emanate from each and every intruding object.
And yet, despite the intense pleasure, there was an underlying sense of helplessness; a feeling of being utterly at the mercy of something or someone else. Perhaps this was what it truly meant to be understood...to finally feel connected to something beyond herself, even if that connection came in such a humiliating and painful form.
As her body continued to betray her yet again, Akira found herself lost in the haze of pleasure and lust that consumed her completely. She could no longer tell where she ended and the machine began; all that mattered was the sensation of being filled and claimed. And so, as another orgasm built within her, threatening to shatter what remained of her sanity, she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure...and prayed that perhaps one day, she would find redemption for her actions.