Smell-based "One Hundred Chi Tower"

The older sisters naturally didn't forget to sprinkle hard beans for foot torture inside the shoes. Afterward, the bound and flipped-over Pink River Sakura Snow had his feet pulled behind him. First, a maid sister removed his thick, knee-high cotton socks. After deliberately pressing them against Pink River Sakura Snow's nostrils for a moment, forcing him to feel their warm, sour, and pungent affection, these socks, still damp with sweat and now cold, stiff, and smelly in the air conditioning, were placed on Pink River Sakura Snow's hands, allowing his fingers to touch the wet, hardened sensation inside the socks. Seeing his fingers unable to stretch freely, Chiba Murasaki wouldn't forget to force the smallest size single-hand glove onto Pink River Sakura Snow's arm. As the rope knots and chains of the double restraint bag sealed him, Pink River Sakura Snow, forced to keep his arm straight and bent at the elbow, was securely locked by the collar that fixed the single-hand glove for full restraint. However, this sole escape route from the restraint, the collar, was soon replaced by a colder, harder, and heavier stainless steel collar that almost covered Pink River Sakura Snow's slender neck. At this point, Pink River Sakura Snow, forced to stand again, could barely hold back his tears. With his entire weight pressing on the tip of his right foot, he felt like the Little Mermaid from a fairy tale, his entire sole dancing on needles. But it was clear that his pained expression greatly pleased these perverted women. Thus, soon, Pink River Sakura Snow's neck was firmly tethered to a hanging ring by a chain attached to the stainless steel collar that forced his head up. Furthermore, Pink River Sakura Snow's left ankle, still clad in black stockings, was also shackled, and then similarly hoisted high. Bound tightly in a single-leg suspension, Pink River Sakura Snow, under the dual pressure of knee restraints and ballet high heels, was already weeping uncontrollably. But the instigating older sisters merely continued to admire the still-cute Pink River Sakura Snow, casually taking photos and sending their masterpieces to their social media. His elegant, swan-like restraint gave Pink River Sakura Snow a sacred and innocent aura that invited desecration. Just as the boy, who couldn't stop crying, finally realized his mistake and wanted to stifle his sobs to prevent these horny older sisters from continuing their plunder and torment, the lust ignited by Pink River Sakura Snow had already spread like wildfire. Every girl's face was filled with an unconcealable desire to conquer and possess. And Chiba Murasaki, being closest, naturally began to slowly remove her black pantyhose, which were in direct contact with her [censored]. And the cartoon socks that were stuck to the soles of her feet along with the pantyhose. But whether A Moreover, once they were all hooked together with anal hooks or harnesses and gags, secured to the bars of their iron cages so they couldn’t move at all, the young women pushing the cages naturally greeted Sakurayuki Funakawa with possessive glances. Terrified out of her wits, the cross-dressing maid didn’t dare even breathe. Being crammed into the same elevator with these perverted, strange women—and hearing the slaves’ gasps and moans of pain—made Sakura Yukari’s cold sweat pour down her face, Moreover, those young women—who seemed to be brimming with a constant desire for cruelty—didn’t even need to push with their hands; instead, they kicked the slaves’ buttocks and even their anuses with their heels as hard as if they were kicking a soccer ball, using the force to propel them forward, As the heavy stainless-steel doors swung open, an excruciatingly piercing moan immediately filled her ears, followed by an indescribably stale, sour stench—a mixture of all kinds of smelly socks. Soon, she saw the completely unadorned dungeon, where slaves—left alone in small cages, either kneeling or lying face-down—were visible almost everywhere. At that moment, nearly all of them had their faces covered with various dirty, smelly, and tattered socks, Since today’s slaves had received poor reviews from a distinguished guest, they were naturally unable to rest properly as they awaited punishment. After being pushed deeper into the punishment chamber, Sakura Yukari, who was following behind, immediately widened her eyes in shock; the scene before her left her utterly speechless. Judging by the length of the elevator ride, this dungeon was undoubtedly hidden deep underground. Yet this punishment chamber was laid out like an open-air swimming pool—with one key difference: this subterranean pool wasn’t filled with clear water, but with countless pairs of filthy, stinking, and utterly tattered socks— stockings, cotton socks, ankle socks, and even soccer socks, volleyball socks, and dance socks—they were simply too numerous to count. Meanwhile, the poor slave girl, despite her muffled cries, remained chained to the iron cage. She was hoisted up and thrown into this pool filled with stinking socks, submerged up to her head, only then was Sakurayuki Funakawa given a lighthearted explanation: these pools, filled with nearly tens of thousands of pairs of socks, were the result of the former mastermind’s habit of building charitable schools, and her reward was that all the students and female teachers had to wear their socks until they were as smelly as possible and save them up; replacing the filling in the sock pool with fresh, filthy socks every year. By this point, Sakurayuki Funakawa, who could barely stand, had been led by Izumi Sakai to the dungeon execution chamber, where waves of agonized screams were echoing, The sight that greeted her when the door opened terrified Sakurayuki Funakawa so much that she collapsed onto the floor. Inside this cramped torture chamber, a pair of slaves—who looked somewhat familiar to Sakurayuki Funakawa—who had once been biological siblings, were suspended from the ceiling, Not only were they both bound in the “reverse shrimp” position and suspended high in the air, but a simulated [indescribable object]—wrapped in filthy, stinking stockings and nearly piercing their throats—continued to vibrate relentlessly deep within their throats, Meanwhile, the maid holding the riding crop lashed out relentlessly—almost without pause—at the soles of the slaves’ feet and other parts of their bodies, Meanwhile, the other maid, who was livestreaming the scene on her phone, glared with contempt at this pair of hypocritical scoundrels who had torn apart a once-happy family. It wasn’t until the wealthy woman—whose rage had yet to subside—had had her fill that the siblings’ ordeal finally came to a temporary halt. However, just as the [unspeakable] objects in their mouths were removed and their moans—which had continued to the point where they could barely speak—began to subside, the brother and sister, who had already endured every kind of humiliation since being kidnapped and brought here, were taken away by the young woman who had devised the bondage setup to test her latest twisted idea, Shivering with horror, Sakura Yukari could barely stand, even though she knew the siblings had even contemplated murdering the wealthy woman in their quest for her fortune. Yet witnessing this living hell of torture still filled Sakurayuki Funakawa with a sense of empathy and a wave of dread. Hurrying to follow Sister Itabai out of the dungeon, he didn’t even notice the aching in his feet, eager only to escape this oppressive and terrifying place. He dared not stop for a moment; even the increasingly heavy platform shoes felt light as air. Back in the dormitory, Sakura Yukari was exhausted, hungry, and her feet ached, and after walking the entire way—feeling as though the sweat from his feet was about to flood up to his calves—he was in utter misery. Yet, without permission, he could only continue to stand there, teetering on his feet, until Sakai Izumi pointed at a particular bed. Feeling as if she’d been granted a pardon, Sakurayuki immediately threw herself onto the bed, blissfully savoring its softness—only to be swiftly subdued by Sakai Izumi, who grabbed her legs and pulled off her knee-high boots, immediately followed by her ankles and wrists being tightly secured with heavy-duty shackles and locked to the bed’s solid wood frame. Since the room’s design had been planned to allow staff to restrain employees at any time and place, even the bed itself could be used as a torture bed. As a result, with her limbs stretched to their limits, Sakurayuki Funakawa was completely immobilized, Once the restraints were in place, Izumi Itai sat on the bed, gently pinching and tickling the soles of Sakura Yukino’s feet with her fingers. Having been forced to wear a latex maid outfit and latex stockings for several hours, Sakurayuki felt unbearably hot and stuffy; the soles of her feet had become itchy from the sweat trapped beneath the latex. As Izumi Sakai massaged her feet, she could even hear the sound of moisture, Just as she was shaking her head violently and moaning like a madwoman, ignoring the electric shocks from the muzzle collar, Sakai Izumi—whose feet, encased in stockings and long boots all day, had also become stifled to the point of an unbearable sour stench—similarly popped her feet out of the boot shafts, Instantly, a white mist of foot odor, like billowing smoke, spread from her nimble toes. Then, those feet—deliberately left without cotton socks, wet, sweaty, and sour—stomped down on Sakurayuki’s face, forcing the boy—whose feet were being pinched and who was gasping for breath and struggling—to take a full whiff of the sour, stinky feet right in front of him. Since Izumi Sakai was deliberately using the tightest chains to stretch Sakura Fushikawa’s hands and feet to their absolute limit, the boy—completely unable to dodge—could not escape the stinking foot stomping down on him no matter how he twisted his head, What was even more terrifying was that if he tried to breathe through his mouth—which was gagged with a ball gag—he would naturally get a full taste of the sour, foul-smelling foot sweat dripping from those dreadful black feet, stained with dirt and footprints. Unlike before, when his mouth had been stuffed with a sock to force him to swallow the sweat, his stomach was now growling with hunger, the sour, bitter, and salty taste of the sweat—which stung her nose—lingered for what seemed like an eternity. Feeling as if she’d rather be dead than alive, Sakura Yukari naturally had no choice but to obediently take small, even breaths, It must be said that at this moment, those thick latex socks and the soles of her feet, now saturated with sweat, had effectively alleviated the torment of the almost nonstop scratching of her soles, so even though the incredibly ticklish Sakura Yukari was still being controlled in her breathing, she didn’t feel quite as desperate as she had in the locker room. However, the stench from those filthy stocking-clad feet—which seemed to mix the smell of body wash with even a hint of a girl’s perfume—was compounded by Sister Itabai’s body scent, not to mention that those long legs kept teasing the chastity lock between her own legs from time to time, so before long, Sakura Yukino was whimpering and begging her older sister to stop teasing her, The [indescribable] sensation inside the chastity lock was simply unbearable, yet Sakura Yukari, who could only be subjected to increasingly intense humiliation and torment by the older sisters in front of her, already knew that whether she resisted or submitted, it would only fuel their animalistic desires. But if she remained unresponsive like a puppet, the older sisters would assume she was disobedient. So she could only do her best to mimic the every smile, frown, and coquettish expression of the courtesans and geishas—those women who sold their charm—that she had once seen on television. Although she was still a bit awkward at this point, it was enough to make Sakai Izumi—who cherished her beauty—unconsciously begin to use the soles of her feet to massage her as best she could, making Funakawa Sakurayuki feel, under duress, as if she were being toyed with and teased by her older sisters, even though the beautiful snake coiled around her body had already shown a slight sign of goodwill. However, Sakurayuki Funakawa—strapped to the bed, her drool gradually soaking the stocking-clad feet before her—also felt powerless, Soon, this quiet, slightly murmuring and exquisite stillness was disrupted by the return of the other maids, who had gone to the hotel gym after work to exercise—whether on the treadmill or doing bench presses and sit-ups—as stipulated in the employee handbook. By this point, however, they had already taken off their stinky stockings and knee-high boots and stowed them in the shoe cabinet; now, without exception, they were all wearing heavy, non-breathable basketball shoes and white cotton socks wrapped around their sweat-soaked, sour-smelling feet. Seeing their roommates returning one after another, Izumi Sakai naturally stopped her teasing and, like someone who’d just received a company-issued sex toy, eagerly began sharing her experiences with her roommates—such as how well-behaved Sakura Yuki was now, letting her step on her face to take off her shoes and air out her feet, making even the spaces between her toes feel so good. Moreover, as the female dorm leader, Izumi Sakai was undoubtedly a girl who valued loyalty and friendship, so she was naturally happy to share her experiences with Sakura Fushikawa with her roommates. That meant every night, the cute and lewd Sakura Fushikawa would be locked to this bed to spend the night, and every night, all the roommates take turns using this adorable girl for bedtime companionship and overnight stays. However, to ensure Sakurayuki has no energy left to escape, she must be tightly bound and gagged. This also serves as educational material for everyone to master the techniques of “semen-extraction punishment” and “edging management.” It must be said that the temptation for these roommates is immense—after all, compared to However, since they didn’t want to disobey Akiyoshi Sakurai’s orders, they didn’t actually do anything mischievous. Nevertheless, in order to ensure that Sakurayuki Funakawa could be obediently adopted by her new master with the purest, most adorable appearance, Izumi Sakai went to great lengths—so much so that the innocent Sakurayuki Funakawa couldn’t help but wail in agony. She had been wearing a latex maid outfit for many days, and to make matters worse, these garments—custom-made to keep the boy hot and sweaty—had never been washed or changed. When the boy was finally freed from his restraints and stripped of his heavy garments, leaving him completely naked, not only was there a distinct smell of latex, but his feet—soaked in sweat for so long—also emitted a stench comparable to athlete’s foot. Meanwhile, Sakura Yukino, whose gag had not yet been removed, had already been tossed into the bathtub in the bathroom of the presidential suite by these strange older women, The scalding hot water instantly caused Sakura Yukino to relax completely, but as several of the same older girls began scrubbing her body with shower gel—even pulling back her foreskin to clean the [indescribable] grime inside— and with her feet being vigorously scrubbed with a sponge, Sakura Yukari Pinkawa nearly drowned in the bathtub, Soon, those dutiful maids didn’t even forget to clean and enema Pink River Sakura’s anus, continuing until her feet—even the spaces between her toes—no longer emitted any foot odor, and after her anus had been thoroughly filled and cleaned several times with enemas, they finally gathered around the naked, delicate body of Funakawa Sakura and led her to the palace-style dressing mirror in the presidential suite, where they began to dress this adorable pet bride as beautifully as possible, Although many of the girls working here had actually shared intimate, passionate moments with the madam, these encounters were essentially just ways for Akiyoshi Akiyoshi to relieve stress and let off steam during work breaks, On a daily basis, this stern and reserved boss’s wife preferred to personally train those cute and handsome young men. However, having been betrayed by her own husband in the past, her slightly twisted psyche led her to view all young men as pets and toys from an early stage. She would force them to engage in intimate acts, forcing them to serve her all day long as if they were girls with [indescribable] qualities. Because she was so difficult to satisfy, she rarely managed to keep those who threw themselves at her with ulterior motives by her side; almost without exception, they all ended up as screaming test subjects inside the research institute, Nevertheless, in order to ensure their boss’s satisfaction at the hot spring inn where she was staying—even though they didn’t hold much hope that the adorable Sakura Yukari Fukawa could maintain her favored status in the face of their demanding and unpredictable boss— these eccentric older sisters still spared no effort in helping her select a beautiful wedding dress and applying makeup that would further accentuate her alluring charm. Meanwhile, Sakurayuki, firmly pinned down on the dressing table, could do nothing but sit quietly, even after her gag was removed. She let the older girls first braid her hair, then apply a subtle, flattering makeup look to her face. Her lips and fingernails and toenails were also painted with a pale cherry-red lipstick and nail polish. Once all this was done, the boy was completely indistinguishable from a girl, and his virginal tranquility and grace caused the hearts of the eccentric older sisters present to race a little. However, in contrast, in order to allow this adorable boy to fully enjoy himself, Izumi Sakai not only refrained from dressing him in any clothes but instead had Sakurayuki Mochikawa put on nothing more than a pair of white pantyhose featuring a separate [indescribable] stocking cover, while also making sure to put peep-toe high heels on the boy’s feet, allowing his slender, nail-polished toes to peek in and out from beneath the stockings. Having secured the ankle cuffs on Sakurayuki, they naturally had no worries that their “pet” would escape, and as for the rope garment—which seamlessly blended the wedding dress and dowry—several girls skilled in the art of rope bondage began working together in unison, Whether it was the “tortoise shell binding” or the subsequent Japanese “back-hand binding”—and even the sequential binding of the boy’s fingers—the tight, intricate restraints formed by countless interconnected knots possessed a unique beauty of their own, Finally, after the sisters worked together to push the specially selected, extra-large gag—without smudging her lipstick—into the boy’s mouth, Sakura Yukino, who could barely spit it out on her own, still had the corners of her mouth tightly pulled taut by the silk ribbons on either side of the gag. Desperate and helpless, he now walked in such a way that his [indescribable]—stimulated by the delicate stockings—swayed back and forth wildly, and, bound as he was, he stumbled in his wobbly fish-mouth stilettos—whose soles offered almost no traction—leaning forward and backward from time to time; it seemed he’d fall after just a few steps. Meanwhile, gazing at the masterpiece they’d created, all but a few of these eccentric sisters—who had stayed behind to watch over their pets—were busy preparing and setting up a scene that resembled a wedding ceremony. The only difference was that the bride this time would be a genuine [indescribable] cross-dresser. As a pet, he was required to swear his loyalty in front of all these eccentric sisters, But fortunately, since Sakura Yukari was now the boss’s private property, even though he was now incomparably beautiful and alluring, these eccentric ladies still strictly adhered to their boundaries and refrained from making any advances. They knew all too well just how terrifying and intense the boss’s possessiveness and need for control were—and that her personal property was meant only to be toyed with and possessed by her alone.