Court Transfer Report from Mato District Military Court to Internal Affairs Division Dept. Of Corrections, Case: # 00113 – The Military District of Mato v. Chief Fubuki Azuma
Name: Fubuki Azuma
Age: 39 (78 Post-Mato Emergence)
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Dark Blue
Height: 171cm
Inmate #: 00105
Date of Admission: 9/30/78 P.M.E.
Charges: First-Degree Murder (4 Counts)
Sentence: Immediate dishonorable discharge, stripped of all rank. Life in Prison without parole.
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At 10:42 PM, on 9/8/78, Maia Azuma (Mato Defense Corps Ninth Division Vice-Chief) and Yakimura Shirogane (Tokyo Police Department Special Forces Captain) were conducting an interservice inspection of the Mato Defense Force Ninth Division's Earth facilities when they heard a disturbance. They tracked the disturbance to a nearby storehouse, where they saw a tall, muscular woman fleeing the scene as tear gas billowed out. Investigating inside the storehouse, they found the bodies of Takemi Azuma (TPD Special Forces Lieutenant), Sorako Azuma (TPD Special Forces Sergeant), Yumina Azuma (TPD Special Forces Detective), and Homare Azuma (MDF Ninth Division Member) lined up facing the wall. The four victims were all gagged, with their arms zip tied behind their back and stabbed through the heart from behind by a large blade. Forensics would later determine that the four were murdered less than a minute before discovery. Vice-Chief Azuma checked the room's cameras while Captain Shirogane called the authorities.
Due to overlapping jurisdiction, a joint investigation was conducted by the MDF Internal Affairs Division and the TPD Special Forces. Surveillance footage recovered from the storeroom's cameras revealed Takemi, Sorako, and Yumina arrived at 10:30 PM to discuss plans to usurp control of the Azuma Family from the defendant, Fubuki Azuma (MDF Ninth Division Chief). At 10:35 PM, Homare arrived, apparently having been invited, and protested the plan due it containing a conspiracy to murder Fubuki's three daughters, who would be her prospective heirs. At 10:40 PM, tear gas grenades were thrown into the storeroom, debilitating the victims as they were overpowered by a tall, muscular woman wearing a gas mask. The assailant gagged the victims, restrained them with zip ties, and forcibly lined them up against the wall before methodically stabbing each of them through the heart and fleeing the scene. The tear gas obscured effective visual identification of either the murderer or their weapon from the camera footage supplied by Vice-Chief Azuma, however Captain Shirogane reported that she had recently overseen the installation of an infrared camera into that storeroom. Chief Yuuki Wakura (MDF Internal Affairs) investigated the missing camera footage and discovered that Vice-Chief Azuma had altered the footage to remove the infrared spectrum, which saw through the gas to show that the murder weapon was Sunset, the spear manifested at will by her mother's Peach Blessing. Formal charges of evidence tampering and accessory to murder were applied to Vice-Chief Azuma upon this discovery (see Case #00114: Mato v. M. Azuma). On 9/12/78, at 12:16 PM, formal charges for the four counts of first-degree murder were applied to Chief Fubuki Azuma and she was taken into custody by the MDF Internal Affairs Division. Both she and her accessory after the fact were transported to the District Jail complex of the Mato Military Women's Penitentiary to await court martial.
During the court proceedings (9/20/78 – 9/30/78), the trial counsel brought forward witnesses and evidence that showcased that the defendant had means, motive, and opportunity to commit murder against the victims. The defendant's alibi, that she was out on a stroll through Mato fighting shuuki, proved unable to be corroborated. Maia Azuma, in accordance with her own plea deal with the prosecution, confirmed that she attempted to hide the infrared footage due to it implicating her mother. At the end of the proceedings, the panel of judges, with a unanimous 9-0 vote, found the defendant guilty on all charges.
Chief Azuma was dishonorably discharged from service and stripped of all rank. As her victims were all decorated police officers and MDF members as well as her own kin, Chief Judge Sasha Kusakabe decided there could be no mercy in sentencing, especially as one of the deceased had not been plotting any action against the defendant. Thus, for the four counts of murder in the first-degree, Mrs. Fubuki Azuma was sentenced to four consecutive life sentences without possibility of parole. Afterward, Mrs. Azuma was transferred to the custody of the MDF Internal Affairs Division to be processed as an inmate and begin her sentence at the Mato Military Women's Penitentiary.
Rin Takamura
Court Clerk for Mato District Military Court
9/12/78 12:15 PM
Fubuki Azuma, Chief of the Mato Defense Corps Ninth Division and Head of the prestigious and wealthy Azuma family, always did her best to comport herself with the perfect dignity befitting her heritage and position. As she strode through the halls of the Ninth Division's barracks to respond to a call from Internal Affairs, the gorgeous mother of three's decorated uniform was as stunning as ever, an intimidating inspiration for her troops.
However, even she could privately admit that recent events had been harrowing, even putting aside Commander Yamashiro being arrested a few days before. After all, a few days before that, the entire female population of the Azuma branch family was murdered on a Ninth Division base on Earth. Maia was one of the first people on the scene, so Fubuki had her act as their unit's liaison with the investigating authorities. She herself was on a stroll through Mato at the time of the massacre, so there was little of use she could do aside from consoling her despondent brothers about the deaths of their wives and daughters. To her, it was irrelevant that three of the four had taken her decision to rule the family with love as a sign of weakness. They were on a base of her division. They should have been safe. The assassin would have needed tremendous skill and an intimate knowledge of their security to sneak in and out nearly unseen.
"Gah! Gagh! Yuukey Wahkuhrah—GAKGH!"
Fubuki didn't show any outward sign of it like raising her eyebrow or pausing in her step, but she was surprised to hear muffled sexual moans as she approached the Ninth Division's surveillance room. Her confusion was soon relieved as she threw open the doors to an intensely carnal sight.
Maia, her dutiful Vice-Chief, was bent over a desk in front of a wall of camera monitors, her arms lashed in handcuffs behind her back. Her legs were spread wide in her MDF uniform thigh-high high heels, her skirt flipped up as a throbbing gargantuan cock pistoned through her sodden pink quim. A cock belonging to Chief Yuuki Wakura.
The cute, muscular man pinned Fubuki's eldest daughter to the tabletop, her buxom breasts squashed into her tight military uniform. The smart, stunning wailed as her tight love tunnel was railed with the speed of a machine gun, her sharp, rectangular glasses rattling atop her battered, ballgagged face.
"Gah! Im surryy, Cheef Wahkuhrah!" Maia squealed through the bright red rubber sphere squashed between her lips, her stoic face warped by sweaty, scandalous sensuality. "Im surryy fuhr behihng aan accehsory sluuuhhhhttt!!!"
The curvaceous beauty's thick thighs shook as her clear juices squirted from her glistening quim, just in time for Yuuki to drive his bulging shaft deep into her clenching hotbox and blast her full of rich goopy seed. The glasses-wearing beauty threw her head back and shrieked with euphoric ecstasy, the voluptuous military noblewoman jammed full of burning manmeat and her womb pumped full of the higher-ranked man's sweltering swimmer creampie.
Truthfully, Fubuki wasn't at all shocked to walk in on Yuuki Wakura fucking one of her daughters. Admittedly, she'd expected Himari to be the first to ask to be his and Chief Uzen's mistress, but good on Maia for putting herself out there. Having a squad of his Internal Affairs subordinates, including his older sister, watch the genesis of her first grandchild wasn't for her personally, but everyone was entitled to their kinks.
"Chief Wakura, I have come as you requested," Fubuki announced. "Though may we please focus on the investigation? I wish to provide what help I can, but I have a tight… schedule…"
A wooziness suddenly overtook the elegant noblewoman, the mature shuuki slayer actually stumbling forward a bit. Her defined muscles sagged with fatigue and heaviness, Sunset feeling beyond her reach for the first time ever as the surrounding Internal Affairs officers glared at her.
Yuuki pulled his dick from Maia's gushing cunt, his still hard flesh spear drenched in his cream and the womanly juices of Fubuki's daughter. He left Sergeant Aoba to keep the Vice-Chief pinned down and plastered as he turned his stoney gaze to the Chief of the Ninth Division.
"You misunderstand the situation, Chief Azuma. Maia Azuma is under arrest for obstruction of justice and as an accessory to murder," Yuuki bluntly revealed, stalking towards his comrade's mother. "Your murders, to be precise. Seize her."
"Wha-what—Ah!" Fubuki stammered, only to squawk as the Internal Affairs officers grabbed her arms.
The voluptuous Chief of the Ninth Division tried to struggle in her surprise, but her sudden wooziness suppressed her amazonian strength. The muscular mother was manhandled by the military police, her toned arms grappled out of her control. She gasped as the uniformed officers bent her strapping limbs behind her back and frogmarched her up to their commander. Fubuki stammered in horror as shining steel handcuffs were clapped around her wrists, the shackles of a criminal locking tight around the gorgeous chief's white gloves and the pure skin beneath them.
"Fubuki Azuma, you're under arrest for the murders of Sorako Azuma, Takemi Azuma, Yumina Azuma, and Homare Azuma," Yuuki growled, steady as he smacked his hand over the inner thigh of his squadmate's sumptuous mother. "Under the Anti-Demon Corps bylaws, your commission and right as human being are hereby suspended for the duration of your incarceration. Do you understand your situation, Mrs. Azuma?"
"M—Murder?!" Fubuki stuttered, her noblewoman's calm shattered as the police firmly pinned her arms behind her back. "Chief Wakura, there's been some sort of misunderstanding. I love my family, I would never mu—Mmmm!"
An Internal Affairs officer reached around Fubuki's face and plunged a bright red ballgag in-between her jaws. The matronly military officer yipped as her tongue pushed against the smooth scarlet sphere, but she was unable to dislodge the orb from her lips as its black leather straps were yanked back around her head. The dignified Ninth Division Chief was muzzled like a dog as the restraint's buckles tightened around her cranium, squeezing her skull with firm pressure as the clasps clicked shut.
Meanwhile, Yuuki's hand grazed its way up her smooth, sculpted thigh, flipping up her uniform's pelvic curtain and reaching for her panties. Fubuki's eyes widened as her arresting officer snapped her white underwear aside, his engorged shaft springing forth. She'd participated in his Slave Rewards before, so it was not the first time she'd seen it. And yet, partaking in his pleasure then had been a part of her duty, something to aspire to excellence in as a soldier and an Azuma.
There was no honor now, no noble task as she was held in handcuffs as a murderer. His arms wrapped around her toned, tree truck thighs and lifted her up so that his pink mushroom tip teased her velvet quim, his spear still dripping with her eldest daughter's juices. She shook her head to hide her blush, unwanted warmth beginning to tingle through her core.
She wished she didn't still find him so admirable, idly noting that he could only lift a woman of her musculature so easily because of the hard-earned strength he cultivated from tireless training with Chief Uzen. She'd always found his relentless effort laudable, to be the first man in the Mato Defense Corps and serve with distinction in that capacity. His vigorous dedication to duty was one she shared, and she'd been grateful to see it rub off on Himari. If Fubuki had ever had a son as she'd wanted, she would have hoped he'd turn out to be a man as fine as Yuuki Wakura.
But she was twice his age! And married besides! She couldn't possibly entertain a coupling between them—OOOoooo!
"OOOoooo!!!" Fubuki groaned, her tight pussy punched open by her arresting officer's bitchbreaker cock. The ravishing military woman was mounted on a railroad spike of hot man flesh, sensuous heat smashed through her belly. Her silken snatch was stretched apart as her gargantuan chiefcake of an ass clapped against Yuuki's muscular pelvis, the thick fuckmeat of her wide, globular backside rippling with each sundering smash. "Ooo! Oh! Oh! OH!"
Her legs snapped up around the policeman's waist. She tried to tell herself it was for balance, but her thick thighs squeezed his sides too tightly, her boots' high heels hooked around his back with too much vigor. Her sculpted abs clenched as her belly was battered from within, animalistic grunts breaking free from her ballgagged lips as the dignified matron threw her head back in ecstasy. Her wedding ring stained her soul with shame like the handcuffs around her wrists, all three circlets denoting Fubuki as a cheating criminal whore getting plowed out of wedlock by a man half her age. A man who'd soon be taking her to prison as a murderer of her own kin and knocking her up with his bastard child.
"Aw, look at your mommy. She's enjoying getting dicked down by the greatest little brother on Earth and Mato," Sergeant Aoba gloated, yanking Maia up by her dark blue hair as the spectacled soldier shivered in her cuffs. "Both of you Azumas are supposed to be high-class gals, so you better make me extra cute nieces and nephews. Or better yet…"
Maia whimpered as the Sergeant of Internal Affairs put on a strap-on born from the peach blessing powers of the Mato Military Women's Penitentiary. How exactly a non-sentient prison ate a Mato peach was still unclear, but its effects were numerous and not to be underestimated. One of them was Chief Wakura's Mato Apple abilities to shut off the peach blessings of those the law demanded he arrest. Another was to create the special strap-ons it somehow spawned. Another was to grant the strap-ons the ability to produce and shoot semen magically crafted from its wearer's DNA, whether male or female.
Truly, the MDF had only scratched the surface of Mato's wonders.
Yet, Maia whimpered in the face of such wonder, Yuuki Wakura's creampie still leaking down her legs as his sister lustfully licked her lips. Before long, Fubuki's daughter was hefted into the air in the same position as her mother, her thighs surrounded by Aoba's monstrous strength as her goopy, cream-filled cunt was slammed down on her bulging strap-on.
"Ooooooohhhh!!!" Maia wailed, already hyper-sensitive from her earlier pounding and pierced just as deeply into her sloshing womb. "Oh, fuhck! Oh fuhck! Oh—"
"Fuck!" Aoba joyfully exclaimed, her prehensile hair darting forward and ensnaring her captive's waist, elbows, and chest, squeezing the Vice-Chief's bountiful bust as she pistoned her from below. "This strap-on really does link to my nerves like it was a limb! Yuuki! Why didn't you tell me fucking someone with a dick felt this good?"
"Because I only find out when I arrested and fucked Tenka for the first time?"
"That was more than a month ago—you know, never mind. Let's make up for lost time with a brother-sister oyakodon orgy!"
"Rrrrreeeaagghhh!" Maia moaned against her will, her buxom tits squeezed tight by the ropes of her captor's flowing hair. The humanoid shuuki drilled her creampied heartland with merciless vigor as she shoved the glasses-wearing beauty up against her mother's back.
Fubuki howled as her handcuffs clinked against her daughter's, their spines smushed against each other as they were rattled with pleasure. Chief and Vice-Chief, both distinguished corps women and elegant vixens of the Azuma Family, were reamed through their pussies, reduced to sweaty criminal sluts as their gushing folds were stretched and stabbed. Their noble heritage and dutiful service meant nothing in the face of their supposed crimes, the military police bouncing them on their cocks in their regal MDF uniforms. The Wakura siblings showed them no mercy as their throbbing shafts gored the wealthy soldiers' wombs, mother and child's womanly juices fracked from their convulsing cunts.
"Ah! Ah! Ma—Ah!—Mahmah! Ah! Mahmah!" Maia bawled, her head shuddering back over Fubuki's shoulder. The ballgagged Vice-Chief, so often stoic and composed, sobbed as she was arrested as a criminal and raped by her comrades. Tears gleamed down her cheeks, her eyes staring at her commander behind her glasses, pleading for her mother to make the nightmare stop. "Mahmah! Why'd yuu duu iht—Iiiihhhhhh!"
"My—Ah!—Myya—Oh! Ogh!" Fubuki cried, tears escaping the stately woman's own eyes as sorrow mixed with sinful pleasure at the sight of her daughter's rape. Back-to-back, they were held up by their succulent soldiers' thighs and made to orgasm around their arresting officers' cocks. The other military police officers recorded the incident on their phones, likely as evidence officially speaking. But unofficially, they wanted footage of how their chief broke the Head of the Azuma Family on his dick.
And the worst part was, even as she wailed in confusion as the organization she'd dedicated her life to turned on her, even as she sobbed at the sight of her eldest child being called a criminal and raped like a whore while she couldn't do a thing, even as she was terrified that even Maia seemed to think she really had murdered Homare and the other branch family members, Fubuki couldn't stop her high heels from hooking tighter around Yuuki Wakura's back. Her black leather thigh-high boots stretched over her thick, muscular legs as the Chief of Ninth Division embraced her captor's waist while he plundered her insides.
Plundered, and seeded.
"Oooooohhhhhh!!!" she shrieked, the voluptuous MILF yanking her handcuffs' chain taut as her arresting officer drilled down to her core and filled her with hot seed. Fubuki's eyes rolled back in her head, her chest shaking side to side as her ginormous tits strained beneath her dignified uniform. Ecstasy overwhelmed the gorgeous head of the Azuma as thick chunks of ballsack swimmers swamped her crumbling cunt, battering against the opening of her womb until it collapsed under the sheer weight of cream. The beautiful, alleged murderer clenched her legs tight around her captor's hips, her wedding ring squeezing her finger in reproach as her married pussy drank up the rich, goopy semen of a man half her age, a man who was set on throwing her in prison and knocking her up with her fourth child.
If her mother's intuition on the extra weight forming in her belly was correct, he'd already succeeded in half of that goal.
It was a subtle thing, but it'd happened faster than her previous impregnations. She supposed that might have been another side effect of the prison's peach blessing. According to the reports, she should become chemically addicted to Yuuki and the strap-ons' cum now that she'd been creampied by one of them. Creampied and made pregnant against her will.
At least, she tried to tell herself if it was against her will.
Yuuki and Aoba pulled their dicks from the Azuma ladies' quim, globs of cum gooping out of the curvaceous women's unclogged snatches. Fubuki tried to affect her usual stoic posture when she was allowed to stand once more, but she found her legs shaking, some of her nerves still numb from the ecstasy spreading through her belly like a spiderweb lit aflame. For the first time in her life, she couldn't stand atop her high heels with the perfection her Azuma heritage demanded.
Maia was also set down, shivering and sniffling as Aoba turned her around and grabbed her cuffed wrists. Fubuki's eldest daughter was smacked and prodded like jittery cattle to make her stand with her bountiful tits thrust out. Other Internal Affairs officers swooped in and groped the busty woman under the guise of searching her, the stern MDF officer reduced to submissive mewls. Her captors wrapped a thick black blindfold around the Vice-Chief's glasses, tying it off just above her ballgag's buckles behind her head.
Fubuki's heart went out to her child, but she soon found her own thighs smacked apart, Yuuki holding her cuffed arms tight as his subordinates swooped in to search her. The buxom mother mewled as the policewomen patted down every inch of her shapely body, from her calves to her rump to every pocket of her chief uniform. The wealthy bombshell was relieved of every personal article on her person, save her wedding ring under white gloves. And she didn't think she'd be allowed to keep that after she was processed into jail to await her trial.
Before long, her pat down was finished with a final squeeze of her buxom mammaries. Like Maia, Fubuki soon found her eyes covered by a pitch-black blindfold, the fabric tied sharply around her head. She yelped as Yuuki spanked her wide, succulent rear and forcibly marched the muscular matriarch through her own division's base.
The perp walk was more excruciating than the rape in some ways. Even blindfolded, Fubuki heard the clack of her thigh-high boots across the perfectly maintained, her high heels striking marble as she was publicly humiliated beside her daughter, both of them taunted their subordinates' whispers.
"So it's true? The chief murdered Homare and those police? Her own family?"
"They were going after her daughters. I could see it."
"Please? That frigid bitch? Probably offed them for threatening 'Azuma perfection'. If you ask me, getting dicked by Chief Wakura might finally help her loosen up."
Fubuki wilted with each scathing comment from her troops, the women under command decrying her as she and her daughter were perp walked as criminals. She'd always done her best to maintain discipline within her ranks, but she was unaware that her soldiers thought her so extreme. She'd tried to serve with the vigor and dignity her position and lineage demanded, but it seemed it had caused her to seem distant from her troops. Even the soldiers most charitable to her thought she'd murdered the Branch members, just that her motives were to protect her children.
The muscular matron was marched through her barracks until she was brought to an armored police van. Fubuki yelped as Yuuki delivered a solid spank to her bountiful rump, her thick cheeks jiggling as she was forced up into the vehicle. She overhead Maia go through the same thing, her child's yip forcing her inside as Aoba's smack to her butt reverberated.
"Close the doors behind us," Yuuki ordered his subordinates, he and his sister bending the Azuma ladies over the van's cold steel benches.
"We'll be making sure these sluts have nothing up their other holes," Aoba cackled. "Gotta be thorough with our searches."
Other holes? What—
Fubuki's eyes widened behind her blindfold, her glossy pink lips sucking down on her slobber-covered ballgag as a familiar bulbous tip pressed into her puckered backdoor with her own juices.
"Eeeeooohhh!!!" the muscular mommy shrieked, her cry mixing with Maia's as both of their virgin assholes were rammed full of vivacious cock. Their arresting officers gored their way through the buxom pair's bowels, eviscerating the handcuffed soldiers' anuses as the van's engine purred to life.
Fubuki and her daughter had their assholes pounded red and sore as they were driven off to jail as arrested criminal sluts.
"May the defendant please rise."
On the central apple tree TV in Yuuki-chan's inner world, Kuusetsu bit her nails in anticipation as she watched Fubuki Azuma, regal and gorgeous in her Chief's uniform, stand up from behind the defendant's bench. To the nine-judge court martial panel and the rest of the courtroom, the head of the Azuma Family appeared as dignified and composed as she'd been throughout the trial.
But a God of Thunder's eyes were sharper. Kuusetsu saw the fear crack through Fubuki's façade, her dark blue eyes nervously flickering towards her lawyer, an equally stoic male defense attorney. To the Ninth Division Chief's credit, she hid her panic well, only letting her terror show an instant before she returned her gaze to the head judge as commanded. The head judge who dutifully unfolded the piece of paper that would decide the married mother's fate.
"Fubuki Azuma. This court martial hereby finds you guilty on all four counts of murder in the first-degree."
The muscular matriarch's lip quivered as the courtroom erupted in shouts, a horde of journalists bombarding her with camera flashes. Each hoped to take the photo that captured the imperious matron's moment of despair at being found guilty so they could humiliate her further by publishing it on their newspapers' front pages. Unfortunately, given the course the trial took, the verdict was not a shock to the imperious woman, though even she could not keep her hands from shaking in her uniform's white gloves.
"Chief Fubuki Azuma, Mato Defense Corps Ninth Division," the lead judge continued, banging her gavel to quiet the press. "Due to the severity of the charges involved, this panel orders that Chief Azuma be dishonorably discharged from duty, effective immediately. Bailiffs! Restrain the defendant!"
Though it was hardly unexpected either, Fubuki had to openly take a breath through her mouth at the announcement. A dishonorable discharge was inevitable with four felony convictions, but the Azuma matriarch had been part of the MDF since she was a teenager. She was practically raised in the corps while her mother was commander. And now, the organization that she had served honorably for over twenty years was casting her out, stripping her of all rank and accomplishment as it decried her as a murderer. The muscular chief barely held in her tears as the bailiffs came up behind her and seized her wrists. The court officers mercilessly bent the bombshell MILF's arms behind her back and clapped her in cuffs, the elegant corps woman only able to shiver with sorrow.
"Sentencing will now begin for Inmate 00105 – Mrs. Fubuki Azuma," the judge announced, her expression stony. "The defendant has been proven beyond a reasonable doubt to have plotted and carried out the murders of three policewoman and a commissioned officer of the MDF. She did so in cold blood and without mercy."
"Your Honor, the defense objects to that statement," Fubuki's defense attorney spoke up. "Three of the deceased were conspiring to commit murder against the defendant and her children."
"Private First-Class Homare Azuma was not. And yet, the defendant clearly had foreknowledge of the conspiracy's meeting and chose to kill her subordinate instead of reporting the conspirators' activities. I repeat, counselor, she did so without mercy, even to her own kin. Therefore, this court sees no reason not to have her spend the rest of her life in the district penitentiary for women," the judge rebuked, fixing the paling Fubuki with a withering glare. "For each charge of murder in the first-degree, this court sentences the defendant, Fubuki Azuma, to life in prison without parole!"
"Life without p…" Fubuki murmured, her composure finally shattering as the bailiffs gripped her bound arms and shoulders. "W—Wait."
"Come with us, ma'am," the bailiffs ordered, dragging her around the defendant's desk.
"Wait!" Fubuki pleaded, tears openly flowing down her face. "This is a mistake! Please! Wait!"
The buxom chief's cries rang through the courtroom as the bailiffs manhandled her struggling form. The press snapped off hundreds of pictures of the dignified noblewoman breaking down into frantic tears, ensuring the destruction of the wealthy soldier's reputation. Handcuffed, humiliated, and destined to spend the rest of her life behind bars, the beautiful Fubuki Azuma was marched out of her court martial as a convicted murderer and criminal slut.
The television's display shifted to a newsroom, an anchorwoman dutifully reporting the known facts of the case and how the Azuma household must have been a toxic environment to produce such a vile murderer. The screen's headline read: Fubuki Azuma Found Guilty! Ratted Out By Daughter, Azuma Family Head Receives Consecutive Life Sentences!
Kuusetsu sniggered at the poor human's despair. As the trial had gone on and it became clear that Fubuki had both a concrete motive and no credible alibi, the practical chief must have attempted to emotionally prepare herself for the possibility of being falsely convicted. Her daughter turning state's witness and testifying that she had seen the murderer conjuring her mother's peach blessing spear Sunset on the infrared camera footage that she'd stolen was the final assurance of a guilty verdict. Though she had destroyed the footage just as Yuuki caught her in the act, Maia Azuma, facing murder accessory and evidence tampering charges, had confessed to letting panic drive her actions when she discovered the masked killer was her mother. And yet, said mother had still tried to hold out hope that her sympathetic alleged motive would at least buy her some leniency from the legal system, especially with her defense attorney's skilled arguments.
Alas, the indisputably innocent Homare's murder was a step too far for the judges' panel. And four consecutive life sentences without parole would be a crushing burden even for the Azuma matriarch to bear.
"See?" Kuusetsu bragged to Fukuma and Rairen. "So what if I missed a few details? Everything turned out okay. Better than okay, since that Vice-Chief is going to prison too! Maybe we should try manipulating them into committing crimes like her instead of just framing them?"
"The obsoletes' stupidity does not excuse your recklessness," Rairen scolded the younger god.
"Look who's talking," Kuusetsu impishly countered, smirking at her chibified sibling.
"You failed to ascertain that the target obsolete would be in a position where she'd have no alibi and you failed to perform proper reconnaissance on the surveillance cameras' capabilities!" Rairen fumed. "You got lucky on both counts!"
"You're being overdramatic," Kuusetsu waved off. "We found out about the conspiracy and their meeting. Then we had Fukuma copy Fubuki with the prison's boost. Then she dressed up on that gas mask like she was trying to disguise herself and threw in the tear gas grenades to make sure things didn't get out of hand. Then stabby stab with 'Sunset' and it can only lead to the Ninth Division Chief while looking like she was trying to cover her tracks—"
"Kuusetsu," Fukuma growled, her borrowed form exuding more of Ren Yamashiro's sizable vexation than usual. "You didn't know that one of the room's cameras had infrared."
"Yes, I'm sorry I missed that—"
"So, if the plan was to flood the room with tear gas, how did you expect the regular cameras to see the fake Sunset being the murder weapon?!"
Kuusetsu opened her mouth to respond, blinked, and then closed her mouth. "… huh…"
Fukuma, her offspring, and Rairen all smacked their faces into their palms.
"Haha," Kuusetsu laughed. "Well, at least it all worked out in the end."
"Please do not half ass your work in the future," Fukuma groaned. "We're in the final stretch of the Eighth Division operation and I would prefer to not to have my revenge spoiled because you got too excited to think things through."
Kuusetsu stuck out her tongue in a cute, teasing manner. What was the point of framing their enemies for crimes they didn't commit to feed an eldritch prison that could torture them at will if they didn't have fun with it? There were so many beautiful MDF members for Yuuki-chan to knock up.
Though Fubuki Azuma was the first one to already be a mother before having the warden's baby pounded into her.
Kuusetsu licked her lips. With any luck, the former head of the Azuma Family still had many years of fertility left in her.
"Strip, inmate."
The doctor of the prison's jail wing had informed Fubuki that she was pregnant before her court martial. She blamed her hormones for how shamefully she'd lost control of herself when the verdict was read.
Life in prison. Life in prison without parole. The buxom married woman's eyes skittered around the intake room of Mato Military Women's Penitentiary, dark and looming with oppressive pressure, and had to reckon with the idea that'd she'd never leave the prison walls again, save perhaps as conscript. Other than that, she was now a murderer convicted of killing her own family, stripped of all rank and freedom.
She hadn't seen Himari or Yachiko since before her arrest. Her brothers had only visited her in jail to spit on her for what they thought she'd done to their wives and children. She'd tried to keep her composure then, maintain the perfect dignity of an Azuma and be their infallibly strong big sister as she'd always been taught. But how could she hold to such teachings in her current situation? Even with her attorney's skill and loyalty, it would be nearly impossible to appeal her sentence with so severe a punishment laid on her shoulders. And now that she was convicted, her jailers' scant mercy was spent.
"I won't repeat myself again," Yuuki Wakura commanded, now her prison warden in addition to her arresting officer and baby daddy. "Strip."
Fubuki was in no position to refuse. More than that, her role was now specifically not to refuse. Just as her duty as a soldier of the Mato Defense Corps was to follow orders to the best of her ability and protect people from shuuki, her role as a convict was to obey her jailers and all prison rules. Even if she was innocent, that was the role she occupied presently, and it would dishonor the Azuma Family even more than she already had if she did not execute that role perfectly.
"Yes, warden," Fubuki nodded, forcing down her turbulent emotions from court as she reached for her uniform's golden buttons. "My apologies for the delay."
After wearing it with pride for over a decade, she disrobed herself of her chief's uniform, neatly folding the dress and placing it in a plastic bin atop the intake room's main table. She reached around her back and took hold over her pure white bra's string. The undergarment was thick and heavy duty to restrain the demon hunter's buxom mammaries, but she was able to unclasp it without issue. Her freed flesh puppies bounced and jiggled as soon as they were let loose, their incarcerated mistress placing their undergarment in her bin.
Next was peeling her panties down her thick legs and over her boots. Then came the footwear itself. Fubuki grabbed the top of her uniform's thigh-high boots and stepped out of the polished black leather, her toes wriggling as they left the shoes' tight confines for the brisk prison air. The last thing to place in the bin was the former chief's spotless white uniform gloves, which she removed to expose her nimble, callused hands.
Her hands… and her wedding ring still on her finger.
Warden Wakura pulled out a small plastic bag, again labeled with her convict number. "All personal items go in here, inmate."
Fubuki gulped and reached for the circlet that'd been returned to her for her court martial. But her fingertips froze as they touched its smooth gold surface.
She and her husband weren't in love. Her mother had arranged their marriage for a political alliance. But they'd been friends before that and had remained friends after being forced to rear three children together, both too dedicated to family honor to take lovers despite open permission from the other. While everyone kept their distance after her arrest, he'd stood by her side in court.
Despite the fact that she'd cheated on him.
Oh yes, he'd pointed out the factual fallacy of that when she'd confessed it to him during his visit to her in jail. Not only did she have open permission from him to take a lover, but she'd had no say in receiving the punishment of an arrested woman. It was simply Warden Wakura doing his duty. Letting her guard down and allowing herself to be framed was a failure to be correct, but the events that followed were nothing for her to feel guilty about.
But she did. She felt like a cheating whore, a disgraceful failure of a wife who'd gotten off on fucking a man the same age as her daughters, who'd begged for more as he knocked her up in handcuffs. Even if she didn't have any say in it happening, she shouldn't have enjoyed it. She told herself she didn't enjoy it.
But as she took off her wedding ring and surrendered it to his custody, she knew that lie would not survive her life sentence.
"Against the wall, Mrs. Azuma," the warden ordered, snapping rubbery blue latex gloves over his hands. "Bend over."
"Yes, sir," Fubuki dutifully responded, spinning to place her palms against the coarse concrete walls of the intake room. Her usual serenity working to overcome her emotions, the pregnant mother spread her long, toned legs as far as she could, ensuring her enormous, pillowy asscheeks widened apart to expose her cavities for searching. She would not allow her internal turmoil to prevent her from doing her duty with the perfection the Azuma name demanded!
Besides, exposing her naked body to Yuuki wasn't new even before her arrest. Just like the rewards, performing her role as a criminal was a task to be tackled with vigor and excellence.
The warden's hands closed around her feet and pawed their way up her pale, pristine legs, the maternal Japanese bombshell pursing her lips as he patted down her toned calves and thick, muscular thighs. Pleasure tingled through the rich woman as her rapturous body was rubbed down, her six-pack abs lovingly stroked as they struggled against the encroaching fat of her pregnancy. Her breasts, fat, firm, and bouncy, swayed beneath her bent-over form, seizing up when her jailer finally squeezed them to check for contraband. Fubuki whimpered as heat flashed through her plump, juicy udders, her pert nipples hardening like pink pebbles. A guttural, cow-like moan escaped her when those same pebbles were pinched and twisted by the man who'd thrown her behind bars.
When the outside of her body was thoroughly searched, the warden's hands fell to her rear, his gloved palms stroking the criminal MILF's naked backside. Fubuki panted as her juicy cheeks rippled from his strokes, her glistening pussy pried apart as frigid latex poked her petals.
The stately chief choked on her own breath as the warden's gloved fingers shoved into her sex. Yuuki's digits wriggled throughout her snug folds, pumping in and out as he fingerfucked her to flush out any hidden drugs. Fubuki's air grew short as her pregnant core grew wet, her palms pressing harder against the wall to preserve her balance as her knees wobbled. The childrearing hormones went wild inside her, the regal matriarch groaning with ecstasy as her horniness overwhelmed her propriety as she was searched as a convict.
The warden withdrew his fingers in time, the rubbery latex dripping with the new inmate's womanly nectar. Its presence barely delayed him as his gloved tip prodded the voluptuous chief's puckered asshole.
Fubuki whined as her tight anus was shoved apart, her arresting officer digging through her cavernous bowels. She and her husband had never sought each other for pleasure, so the mature vixen had been an anal virgin before Yuuki had rammed her backdoor open on her drive to jail. She could still remember the firestorm of sensation that'd burrowed through her as her sphincter was stretched, those same rough stirrings echoing through her as smooth latex digits delved into the sultry mother's depths. The warden's gloved fingers left no fold unturned as he turned the alluring felon's rump inside out in her cavity search.
When he finally ripped his digits from her clenching asshole, Fubuki sagged against the wall, her muscular legs shaking from the loss of intense pressure. Her lungs sucked in shuddering breaths as her hotbox dribbled clear honey down her shapely thighs.
She was given no time to rest, however, hurried off to a shower room connected to the intake area. The elegant noblewoman shivered as a frigid stream poured over her naked form, used to the relaxing barrack bathhouses or at the very least properly heated water. But she recognized that her cleaning was meant to be functional, not comfortable in this instance, simply another aspect of a convicted murderer's processing.
With the freezing shower rousing her thigh muscles from the strain of her cavity search, Fubuki set about rubbing herself with the provided delousing soap. It was both shampoo and body wash, lathering bubbles through her majestic dark blue mane and coating her spotless ivory skin. Through her hair and across her flesh, the chief felt an irritating burning sensation from the cleansing bar, the new inmate purged of any disease or infestation that might threaten the health of the prison population. Not that there was any. Personal hygiene was one of the basic tenants being an apex Azuma.
"Dry off and exit the shower, 00105."
Fubuki obeyed and marched out of the shower, naked and clean. Yuuki pushed a folded orange jumpsuit and knee-high black high heel boots into her arms. The order to get dressed was obvious and the disgraced Chief of the Ninth Division pushed herself to follow it as swiftly as she could.
She stepped into the coverall as it squeezed her shapely legs, her wide, babymaker hips scarcely fitting in the tight tangerine material. The rough cloth scratched up against her pert nipples, the buxom military woman barely able to button the jumpsuit up over her enormous bosom as her pregnant hormones soaked her folds from that fleeting touch. 'INMATE' was stamped over her right breast in bold black letters while 'MMWP INMATE' was emblazoned over her back in the same font. The rapturous criminal MILF reached down to pull the high heel boots up over her feet and calves, the sensual leather footwear clenching her legs even more firmly that her chief's uniform thigh-highs.
But that thought only caused Fubuki's breath to hitch as she recognized that she now wore the uniform of a convicted felon, that she'd wear it for the rest of her life. There was no hope of parole, no chance an appeal would succeed. She'd been raised as a woman of high society and now she would sure to be disowned by all she knew. She would be stripped of her position as head of the Azuma Family as well as all her wealth, both personal and familial, abandoned to toil in the prison sweatshop. She'd been framed as the murderer of her nieces and sisters-in-law and would serve consecutive life sentences behind bars for the crime. Everyone thought she was guilty, even her dearest comrades.
"Face front, 00106!"
Even her family.
As Yuuki escorted her back into the main intake room, they discovered it was currently in use. Aoba stood at a tripod-mounted camera pointed towards a wall covered in height markers. And in front of that wall was a gorgeous, buxom woman wearing a pair of rectangular glasses and shivering in her black leather inmate boots. Her ink-stained fingers clutched an inmate ID placard: Inmate 00106 – Azuma, Maia.
It broke Fubuki's heart to watch her daughter's mugshots taken. She didn't care that Maia had testified against her in court. She didn't care that she thought she was their kin's killer. She didn't even care that the girl had committed her own crimes instead of upholding the moral standard of an Azuma from the start. That was her child, her oldest girl, who she'd watched grow from such a small babe into an intelligent, beautiful young woman. She wanted to run to her as she turned for Aoba to take her profile pictures, wanted to comfort her as her prison registry information shined from her black metal inmate collar.
Name: Azuma, Maia
Former Rank: Vice-Chief – Ninth Division
Age: 21
Inmate ID: 00106
Crimes Convicted: Accessory to Murder, Evidence Tampering
Sentence: 4 Years
Her uniform was different from Fubuki's tight orange jumpsuit. As Aoba relieved Maia of her placard and twisted the former Vice-Chief's arms behind her back to be cuffed, the usually serious beauty mewled in a pair of navy jeans, her upper body clothed in a button-up denim shirt of a slightly lighter shade of blue. The buttons strained to contain the busty girl's chest, and she wore the same black leather high heel boots as her mother, but other than that, their incarcerations seemed to have completely different apparels. Perhaps it was a result of their different sentence lengths? Turning state's witness had obviously allowed the younger woman to cut a plea deal for a lesser conviction if the judge only gave her four years.
But if Maia had turned state's witness, then she'd be housed in protective custody for the duration of her sentence! Fubuki would never see her again, wouldn't be able to comfort or protect her from the terrors of prison life. And she wouldn't be able to understand how her daughter could have seen her murdering her cousins on that infrared footage. Already, she was turning away from her, clearly terrified that her parent would want vengeance for her court testimony. Fubuki couldn't let that stand!
"Maia—"
SMACK!
Fubuki yelped as a hearty spank crashed against her titanic ass, the voluptuous convict's cheeks rippling in her tight orange jumpsuit. Her muscular arm was gripped tight by the warden, her toned bicep clenched in a vice grip. Yuuki's other hand splayed over her rear, seizing her right where her rump connected to her spine, the coarse cloth of her inmate uniform rubbing up against her sensitive cunt.
"I will be generous and assume you have no hostile intent towards her, 00105," the warden warned, Fubuki shuddering as his hot breath wash over her ear and down her graceful ivory neck. "However, while I understand your desire to protect your daughters, you are a murderer, Mrs. Azuma. And I will personally make sure you do your time. If you break the rules and attempt any form of contact with an inmate in protective custody, 00106 included, I will throw you in solitary and leave you there to rot. And I understood?"
Fubuki shivered, her spine tingling with heat she did not want as her jailer's forceful competence and devotion to his duty stoked the stirring of her loins. "Y-Yes, warden."
Yuuki nodded and shoved her toward a table where an inkpad and fingerprinting documents waited.
Meanwhile, Aoba held Maia by her shoulder and her handcuffed wrists, licking her lips as she marched Fubuki's daughter off to her cell. The former Vice-Chief of the Ninth Division would likely have a chance for parole in a year or less given the competence of her lawyer, but her life would not be easy on the outside. She'd been dishonorably discharged from the MDF, and her new criminal record would make finding a job difficult. A condition of her release would likely require her to pay child support for any kid she bore to a jailer while incarcerated, so failing to obtain employment could see her rearrested and sent back to prison. With any luck, Tobera would not disown her and at least provide her grandchild enough financial support to stay out of jail, but the reinstated Head of the Azuma Family could be… fickle, with those she saw as not meeting her standards.
Alas, Fubuki had no more time to worry about her daughter as she was brought to the intake room's table. Warden Wakura gripped each of her wrists tight and pressed her fingers down into the inkpad. The noblewoman's perfectly manicured nails squeezed down into the dark sponge, the cold ink swamping over her hands and staining their tips black, just as her arrest and conviction had irrecoverably stained her reputation. There was nothing the bombshell mother could do but lift her digits out and stamp them down into the designated areas of the official documents, one-by-one depositing each of her fingerprints into her criminal record, from her thumb to her pinky. She was handed a pen to complete the documents with her signature, the graceful married military officer signing away her freedom for the rest of her life with the same elegant penmanship with which she'd once requestioned supplies for her unit.
As soon as it was done, she felt the frigid touch of metal close around her throat. Locks snapped shut and the former chief glanced down to find that Yuuki had finally fitted her with a black steel inmate collar.
Name: Azuma, Fubuki
Former Rank: Chief – Ninth Division
Age: 39
Inmate ID: 00105
Crimes Convicted: First-Degree Murder
Sentence: Life in Prison (Without Parole)
Soon, it was her turn to stand in front of the height marker wall, doing her best to stare down the tripod-mounted camera with one of her usual, dignified expressions. She held her ID placard steady and level, its bold white letters perfectly legible: Inmate 00105 – Azuma, Fubuki
FLASH! "Turn to the right, convict."
FLASH! "Now turn to the left."
FLASH!
Fubuki posed for her mugshots with the poise of an Azuma, the voluptuous, decorated chief submitting to the final processing to officially document her as a convicted criminal. She turned punctually, standing elegant and sultry even in her tight orange inmate jumpsuit, her criminal record forever confirming her as a uniformed felon. Her photos would fill newspapers, the headlines decrying her as a psychotic madwoman who belonged behind bars for the rest of her days.
"Against the wall, inmate," Yuuki commanded, relieving her of her placard. "Hands behind your head."
Fubuki nodded, turning around to press her busty form up against the cold concrete. The dutiful convict bent her arms behind her head, her nimble fingers threading through her soft locks of dark blue hair. She pursed her lips as the warden seized her wrists, wrenching her toned biceps down behind her back. The muscular mother soon felt the familiar touch of handcuffs fasten around her flesh, the steel bracelets ratcheting tight around her pearly skin.
The warden marched her out of the intake room and into the prison proper, the oppressive miasma of the gray walls remained. Fubuki was escorted past rows and rows of barred cells, some occupied by women wearing uniforms like hers, and some wearing uniforms like Maia's. Eventually they reached the cellblock for lifer inmates, and everyone wore an orange jumpsuit there, though there were few present due to it being post-dinner free time. And what few inmates were present cleared out at the sight of Yuuki.
A door of thick iron bars was wrenched open and Fubuki was shoved inside a small, square cell. There was a futon against the left and right walls, with a metal toilet and sink built into the back wall, equidistant from the two beddings.
The right futon's blanket was perfect, pristine in a style that the former chief would never have mistaken. After all, she would not have entrusted one of her daughters to someone slovenly with their personal quarters.
"So, my cellmate is Tenka," she noted, hoping that the former Chief of the Sixth Division could help her grow accustomed to prison life. "I'm surprised she's not here right now."
"With both you and the commander ending up in here so close together, there's been a lot of paperwork for my loyal secretary to handle," Yuuki explained.
He pulled out a black leather leash from his uniform's belt and attached it to the choke chain built into her convict's collar. Holding the other end of the cord, he unzipped his fly, his gargantuan cock springing out bulging and erect.
Fubuki's eyes widened even while turned away, the release of the thick, heaty musk of her arresting officer's dick igniting her addiction to the cum that churned inside of it. In her high heel boots, she stood a few centimeters taller than the warden, but as the shadows of her prison cell squeezed her soul tighter, she felt him tower over her like a craven beast.
"On your knees, 00105."
She obeyed without question, as was her duty as a criminal slut. Fubuki lowered herself onto her knees and turned around, her bright orange jumpsuit stretched tight around her bent knees. The married mother struggled to deny the heat flooding through her as she came face-to-face with the cock that'd knocked her up with a bastard.
Yuuki reached down and undid the top two buttons over her inmate jumpsuit, the regal matron's humongous milkers spilling out from their tangerine confines. The cute but stern man nodded at his captive, the starting pistol that sent the handcuffed Fubuki lunging forward to swallow his spear.
In contrast to the anal virginity she'd possessed before her arrest, she and her husband's complete lack of sexual attraction to each other had provided the former chief with a wealth of oral experience. If only because, with Tobera demanding Azuma heirs, they'd tried everything they could think of to have effective sex. And when that failed, they'd watched all the porn they could find until they found some that aroused them, and then copulated while watching that. It was a vexing process, especially when Fubuki's mother, paranoid about the Azuma bloodline's survival after only bearing one daughter herself, commanded them to keep at it for years. Only after Maia, Yachiko, and Himari had all been born had she been satisfied that her lineage was secure.
Fortunately, her mother's obsession with strength and family prestige served Fubuki well in her incarceration's latest test. Between her desperate experimentation with foreplay and all the porn she'd watched for research, she had a wide variety of oral techniques at her disposal.
The sultry military officer dove all over the warden's ramrod of flesh, her slobbery tongue abandoning all grace to lick him from tip to nutsack. The voluptuous handcuffed mother purred as his rich, meaty taste seeped through her tastebuds, her lips nibbling at his pulsing shaft. She lathered him in her hungry saliva and peppered him with hickey kisses, the lipstick she'd worn to her trial staining his succulent flesh.
Her heart fluttered when a pleased growl escaped his maw as hers gobbled up his juicy, ballsack. She dove into his wriggly scrotum, her nostrils drinking in his dominating scent as she gorged herself on his generous family jewels. More of the sultry convict's lipstick stained her arresting officer's bulging balls, her loins rumbling as she sucked on the same plump nuts that had doused her latest eggs in its victorious swimmers.
To think a man's balls would ever hold such power over her! Fubuki Azuma! She had been a professional, focused careerwoman all her life, and now she felt she could not pull away from the genitalia that'd filled her with their goop.
"Wake-Up is at seven AM sharp. You will then have fifteen minutes to get dressed and out your futon in order before the cell doors open and you will present yourself to be counted for rollcall. You will submit to a cavity search, and then be taken to breakfast," Yuuki informed her, dictating with authority. "Afterward, you will be assigned a work detail and repent with hard labor. At the end of the workday, your daily sexual discipline will be administered, where you will give a full confession of your crimes as reinforcement if you truly seek rehabilitation. Do you understand, inmate?"
"Mmm, yes, sir," Fubuki rapturously purred, releasing his musky grapes with a pop. She worshipped her way back to her jailer's spearhead, swirling her mature tongue back to his bulbous tip. His plump mushroom dripped with her slick spit as she gleefully fondled it. "And… Mmm… outside contact?"
Yuuki reached down and took hold of the convicted femme fatale's bust. Fubuki quivered as his firm hands squeezed her fat tits, his vigorous groping pulling chest forward and lining his dripping cock with its valley. The pregnant felon moaned as the throbbing tree trunk stabbed between her beachball breasts, swabbing her perfect mounds with her own slick mouth slime.
Knowing what role was surely expected of her as the bountiful titjob swaddled the sides of her captor's shaft, the former chief of the Ninth Division opened her mouth and took the savage spear into her mouth. The dignified inmate celebrated her oral impalement with a squeal, her cheeks caving in to suck down like a lollipop. Her tongue tilled the field of rich manmeat and the sweetness of her own lipstick, her nostrils drinking in her arresting officer's euphoric musk as he savagely thrust through her mammaries and down her throat.
"After your daily discipline will be dinner, followed by a few hours of free time before lights out," Yuuki explained, an altered angle stroking his dicktip across the top of his prisoner's maw. "During that time, you may write letters to your family. After serving three months of your sentence with good behavior, you will be able to apply for a phone card. You'll be able to submit up to four phone numbers for review by facility staff."
"Mmmm…" Fubuki murmured, her nipples growing sharper as she gobbled as deep as she could. "I… Mmmm… I can call my family?"
"With obedience and dedication to your rehabilitation, you will gain the privilege to use the prison payphones. You will have to purchase calls with your commissary account, which may be filled with your hard labor earning and limited donations from outside persons," Yuuki educated her. "After six months good behavior, you will be permitted one visitor every two weeks, barring exceptional circumstances such as legal meetings with your counsel. Swallow."
The command was curt, but the cum was not. The fire hydrant opened the hose and a thick stream of nut juice blasted down Fubuki's throat. The gorgeous chief's eyes widened as the putrid seed tore across her maw, desperately gagging as her air was cut off. She drank down the sweltering river as much to survive as to salivate at the salty taste consuming her senses, the pregnant parent's mouth filled to bursting by an ever-growing swamp.
The sultry convict's breasts squeezed the warden's cock from either side, the liquid swimmers gushing even faster into the handcuffed woman's maw. The elegant head of the Azuma Family squirmed as semen sprayed out from the edge of her lips, beads of pearly cream dotting the tops of her tits like a back-alley whore. The regal beauty swayed as her oxygen grew low, still somehow staying upright as she gulped down a sea of succulent seed, her pregnancy hormones singing in her ears.
Her jailer had mercy on her and yanked out his dick, the last sprits of cum splashing across her face and breasts, some even staining her long flowing hair. The elegant matron's lips listed open, unveiling the pool of hot, chunky ballsack sauce steaming in her mouth. Yuuki's hand rose up to her chin and tapped her jaw closed, tipping her back so the ravishing convict could drink down his generous bounty.
It was the last bit of mercy he'd show her that night.
The warden clenched her collar's leash and roughly seized her flowing blue hair. Fubuki was shocked back to cognizance as the man who'd put her behind bars manhandled her onto her futon. He buttoned her orange inmate uniform back up, the tight coverall squeezing his cum against her tits as he turned her away from him and bent her into a doggystyle position. The disgraced chief's fingers helplessly wriggled in her handcuffs as her privates' flap was opened, a familiar hot mushroom poking at her snatch's rim. After the torture of her intake and the final oral massacre to her resistance, Yuuki found the dignified mouth of his squadmate's mother more than drenched for him.
It did not lessen how viciously he filled her.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!!!!" Fubuki shrieked, a deep, heavy thrust splitting her snug cunt apart. The warden kept her leash taut and short, yanking back on the gorgeous criminal's collar as he sank through the mature woman's depths. The choke chain within her bondage necklace squeezed tight around her pearly throat, yet the handcuffed matriarch could only shriek in rapture as she was plugged full of potent manmeat. "Oh! Oh! Officer—OH! Ooohh!"
"You brought this on yourself, inmate!" Yuuki shouted, spanking the murderous felon as he pounded her spongy hotbox. "You may have wanted to protect your daughters, but you caught the conspirators red-handed! You didn't have to kill them! And you especially didn't have to kill Homare!"
"I—Ah!—I didn—OH!" Fubuki stammered, sensual moans sundering her speech as she was spanked harder than her mother ever did when she was a young girl. "I didn't do it—Aaahh!"
Yuuki snatched up her long indigo locks and pulled back on her alluring mane. Fubuki wailed as her hair tugged on her scalp, the convicted mother's spine arching back. Her toned trapezius imprinted itself through the cloth of her tight coveralls as her jailer slammed his pelvis against her enormous, rippling ass. She came as he spanked her, her cunt gushing more nectar the harder he struck her clenching core.
"I saw the end of the footage before Maia deleted it. I saw Sunset stab into Homare," Yuuki growled. "Your motives do not excuse cold-blooded killing. You are a convicted murderer, and you will spend the rest of your life in a cage! Where you belong!"
"Yes—OH!—Yeeess, warden!" Fubuki groaned, her wrists yanking at the chains of her bouncing handcuffs as her gushing folds were shredded by voracious manmeat.
She was conflicted. An innocent woman wrongly arrested for the murder of her extended family. But now that she was convicted, it was her duty to take the tenets of that role seriously. She had shamed the Azuma name enough by allowing herself to be framed with her lapse in guard. If she did not seek rehabilitation under the law, to redeem herself for the sins cast upon her, what sort of example for she setting for her daughters? For the child even now growing in her belly?
Yet she was a married woman, with a husband of over two decades. Whether they shared romantic love or not, she was his wife by her word and that of the Azuma Family. To throw herself into her rehabilitation, to enjoy her righteous punishment under the law as she was pounded pregnant by a man half her age, would be to spit on that promise. As a convicted criminal, it was her duty to be a model inmate. Yet to be a model inmate, she would have to be a cheating whore. An adulteress.
And she would have to enjoy it, more than just the chemical addiction she had to his cum since he'd first creampied her.
She desperately tried to tell herself she wasn't already.
"Confess, criminal slut!" Yuuki bellowed, his mammoth spear tearing through the older woman's cunt. "Tell me what you are, Mrs. Azuma!"
"Guuuuiiilllttttttyyyyyy!!!!!" Fubuki shrieked, the dignified chief lost to euphoric rapture, her slobbery tongue flopping out of her elegant, glossy lips. Whorish moans rumbled from her throat with every hammering thrust through soaked adulteress' pussy. "I'm guilty! My name is Fubuki Azuma and I am guiilltty—Eee!—Former Chief of the Mato Defense Corps—Oohp!—Ninth Division! I freely confess to the murders of Homare Azuma, Takemi Azuma, Sorako Azuma, and Yumina Azuma! I am a murderer of my own kin, a vile criminal slut! Please rehabilitee me, warden! Please—Eeeeeeessseeee!!!!!"
The muscular MILF spasmed in her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit, her latest orgasm shattering what scant will remained in her soul as her jailer pillaged her clinging folds. Yuuki gripped the voluptuous adulteress' leash, hair, and handcuffs, and smashed her down into her cell's futon. His titanic, throbbing cock unraveled the older woman, vigorously pumping through the gorgeous criminal's pussy, making a breeding bitch out of the once stately femme fatale. The warden's weight smushed over the buxom felon, seizing the curve of the pregnant woman's hip and drilling as deep as her silken sheath could stretch.
"You're mine, now, Mrs. Azuma," he snarled, his hot breath washing over her ear and making the collared woman swoon. "You will spend the rest of your murderous life in a cage."
"Yeeessss! Fuck me, warden! Punish my guilty murderess cunt!" Fubuki crooned, her bombastic tits smushed flat into her hard prison futon as her cunt was excavated of all her womanly nectar. "Cuuuummm! Cum in my criminal pussy! Drill me, pound me, rape me until I can't walk, officer! Just pump me full of your baby batter and breed my married womb! It's yours! Steal me from my husband so he can find a better, law-abiding bride! Make this Azuma woman into your prison MILF baby mama—AAAAaaaaahhhh!!!!!!"
The muscular felon was smashed down into her futon as Yuuki finally crashed his hips against her rippling rump and erupted. Fubuki flailed in her handcuffs and screamed with blinding ecstasy as the throbbing fuckrod impaled her core and drowned her in hot liquid seed. The convicted chief of the Ninth Division convulsed in her skintight inmate uniform, her orange jumpsuit straining to contain her voluptuous body as her snug vagina was stuffed full goopy semen sauce. The gorgeous corps woman drooled down her chin as her until recently high-class, wealthy woman's pussy was flooded by the blazing cum of a man half her age, a man who'd arrested her as a cold-blooded murderer and seen her thrown in prison for consecutive life sentences as his sultry adulteress breeding bitch. If he hadn't already plugged a bastard into the beautiful blue blood convict, his latest euphoric creampie would've put another child in her married womb. Alas, he had to settle for her pregnancy hormones driving her into a mind-breaking pleasure coma in the afterglow of her scandalous seeding.
Of course, "settle" was not necessarily a word her new warden accepted.
Fubuki moaned for hours on end, her arresting officer baptizing her into her life sentence by eviscerating her slobbering dick sheath long into the night. The beautiful, convicted criminal sang through her dark cell as her radiant form was pummeled into her futon, electrifying pleasure overwhelming her nerves. Over and over, the warden's throbbing cock drilled the muscular mother's velvet quim, stretching her wide as he pumped her full of creampie after creampie, each thicker and hotter than the last. The gorgeous chief was a convicted felon, and her new jailer wanted to make sure she understood that no matter her prior wealth and status, she was nothing but incarcerated fuckmeat to be broken and pounded. The older woman dearly wished it didn't make her love him all the more. Such tireless dedication to duty made her heart flutter and her cunt churn, welcoming even more burning dick slime from the cute boy who'd dominated her into being his woman behind bars.
Fucked the regal and respected Fubuki Azuma into his pregnant MILF fuckpet – Inmate 00105.
Her mind was too much of a plastered haze to remember exactly how the night ended. She vaguely recalled Tenka finally returning and making out with the warden as he pumped more jizz into Fubuki's slutty pussy. At some point, they'd moved the action over to her cellmate's futon, leaving the inmate to drone in semi-consciousness in a puddle of sexual juices, her conquerors' creampie still bubbling out of her cheating, married pussy and flooding down her prison jumpsuit's thick thighs like an erupting geyser. She drifted off to sleep to the sound of the cell's barred door sliding open and then slamming closed again.
Unfortunately, when morning came and the wakeup alarm sounded for rollcall, the newest inmate of Mato Military Women's Penitentiary found herself too sore to move, her toned muscles burning with protest when she tried. For the entire fifteen minutes, the best she could do through the fog of her nerves was twitch a finger.
Thankfully, in the last available moments, Tenka took pity on her and helped her rise. Her cellmate's generosity allowed Fubuki to put weight on her legs, letting her wake up her deadened muscles a bit of weight. The curvaceous chief limped atop her black leather high heel boots, but she made it to the rollcall line and stood at attention.
"Dirty uniform, unkempt bed, not a good first impression, 00105," Guard Sergeant Aoba tutted, her subordinates kneeling down to pat their way up Fubuki and Tenka's succulent, muscular legs. "We'll cut you a break and go with demerits on your record and a good spanking instead of solitary time. It is your first day, after all. Be aware though, the warden's appetites for keeping you sluts in line do lessen with time. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," Fubuki nodded, her arms bent behind her head, her hands threaded through her rich blue mane as the guards' hands rose to her hips and abdomen.
She was the criminal, the inmate. The warden was harsh, but so long as he performed in accordance with his duty's parameters, it was her responsibility to weather whatever discipline was inflicted on her and still pay her debt to society. As an Azuma, she had to accept this new challenge. She couldn't bring any more shame to her family!
She pressed herself against the bars of her cell and jutted her bountiful ass back to receive her disciplinary spanking.
When the guard sergeant's palm rippled across her rump, she swore it would be the last time she needed such correction.
Six Months Later
"How the hell does she have so many demerits on her record?" Kyouka Uzen exclaimed, sifting through the paper copy of Inmate 00105's file.
The Chief of the MDF Seventh Division and deputized member of the Internal Affairs Division (Still not commander. Her and Mira splitting the vote among their supporters allowed Ginna's universal likability to carry the election, to all three candidates' despair) had dropped in to her slave and fellow chief's office to check in how Fubuki and Maia Azuma were doing in their prison terms. Himari had only grown more withdrawn since her mother and older sister's convictions and Kyouka wanted to do what she could to reassure her Vice-Chief. Maybe get her to stop avoiding Yuuki or glaring at his back constantly muttering "indecent" whenever he was at the Seventh's Barracks.
Maia's sentence seemed to be going smoothly, despite becoming one of Aoba's favored playthings. The oldest Azuma sibling had recently given birth to her daughter by Yuuki from her arrest and had so far been a model inmate. So long as nothing went wrong in the next few months, she would make her plea deal's early parole with ease. Yuuki was even working with her lawyer to get her an extra early hearing.
Fubuki, on the other hand, had over a dozen demerits on her file, which made no sense to Kyouka. She knew the disgraced head of the Azuma Family and her behavior. Intense though she could be (her murders were hardly out of character given her daughters were threatened), there were few more diligent or dedicated. The Seventh's Chief couldn't imagine her trying to escape or being unruly when her lawyer was already battling impossible odds trying to get her an appeal. Any more disciplinary marks on her record and she'd be chucked in solitary. Hell, she already should have been at this point.
"The first ones weren't her fault. I was on-edge because of how strained things have been between me and Himari, and terrified about being able to keep a woman like her in line anyway," Yuuki explained, sitting at his deck while a handcuffed Tenka lovingly slurped at his balls. "I overestimated how much fucking would be needed to break her in and she couldn't get with the alarm in time on her first day."
"Unexpected, but unfortunate. Sexual discipline is a daily part of a sentence here. An inmate has to be able to deal with it and follow the rules," Kyouka remarked, shifting through the file's demerits. "Citation for disobedience to work detail shift leader?"
"The higher-ups have been expanding our mining operations. Her work shift encountered a collapsing tunnel," Yuuki explained. "The detail leader ordered an evacuation, but she disobeyed and delayed to make sure the ore mined so far wasn't lost in the rubble."
"She risked the crew's lives?"
"No, she didn't stop anyone else from getting out. She just put her own in danger. Said she would do whatever it took to pay her debt," Yuuki frowned, clutching Tenka's short blonde locks as she took his entire massive prick in her maw. "The official reason she was disciplined was disobeying the shift leader, but I just didn't want to make her think recklessly risking her own life like that was okay."
"Prison life can lead to suicidal tendencies if not properly managed. Especially life sentences," Kyouka nodded. "I think you made the right call there. But what's this 'Disobeying Prison Officials and Obstructing Facility Procedure' citation from two months ago? I can't imagine she'd get uppity with a guard."
Yuuki's frown deepened. He held back Tenka from completely swallowing his cock, though the former Sixth Division Chief did still lather his mushroom tip in lascivious licks.
"Despite the other demerits, Inmate 00105 still managed to qualify for phone privileges four months into her sentence," he sighed. "The four numbers she put on her phone card however, were not who I expected. She didn't pick Tobera or her husband."
Kyouka shrugged. "I mean, makes sense. Her mother would just lecture her on how she should have been smarter and stronger with her murder plans so she didn't get caught. And she sees her husband already when he comes to make sure she's up-to-date on the appeal process."
"Oh, right," Yuuki remarked. "I always forget he's her husband as well as her attorney. I have to sit in on those visits since she's a Chief-level convict and they only ever talk about legal matters. You'd think they'd discuss personal stuff or request a conjugal visit. I know they don't care for fucking each other, but they're still friends, right?"
"Of course. But from what Himari tells me, they're very similar when it comes to temperament. If they have a meeting that's meant to be attorney and client, then they only see themselves as attorney and client for that meeting. Doesn't seem to hurt their friendship at all," Kyouka informed him. "Now, the phones?"
"Right, so Fubuki-san put four numbers on her phone card, her two brothers, Yachiko, and Himari," Yuuki said, Tenka forcing through his distracted hold to slurp up his bulging dick with a purr. "I think she wanted to try to explain herself or apologize or something."
"It didn't go well."
"It did not," Yuuki groaned, pursing his lips as he gave in and shoved Tenka down to his ballsack to receive a swampy creampie down her criminal throat. "Yachiko was the first call. She just didn't pick up. Her brothers did. From what the guards there overheard, it might have been better that they hadn't, because they cursed her out, disowned her, and then called me later to have them removed from Fubuki's allowed numbers. From I understand, even she was struggling to hold it together after the third call, but she still made the fourth…"
"… to Himari," Kyouka groaned. "I think I was there for the other end of that. Himari answered a call and then sort of froze in just saying 'indecent' over and over again. Took me ten minutes to snap her out of it after she hanged up, and she still put in for leave for the rest of the day before locking herself in her room."
Yuuki morosely shook his head, his downtrodden air only broken when he smiled down at Tenka as she opened her mouth to show him how she'd swallowed his salty seed. He rubbed his fingers around her glossy pink lips, smeared what little cum remained around the gorgeous convict's rim.
"Went worse over here. Fubuki broke down crying in the payphone booth. She'd run out of time and there was a long line, so the guards told her to leave, but she didn't. Maybe she couldn't hear them, maybe she was too broken to move, but it went on for a few minutes before she had to be pulled away," he explained. "With her record, she should have been thrown in solitary, but given the circumstances, I swept it under the rug as best I could. Though, it is the reason she'll need another two months for visitation privileges instead getting them now. And "
"The higher-ups aren't pushing for her to be fast-tracked into the conscript program?"
"After the former Commander Yamashiro's escape attempt, they're more open to listening to my suggestions on that matter," Yuuki replied. "I don't want to send her into battle suicidal, but I can't exactly lend her an ear. I'm the warden."
"And therefore, must maintain authority at all times, even when being kind. And part of that is not always allowing them to know you're willing to be kind, especially with dangerous convicts who might use that to harm you," Kyouka approved. Her slave had truly shaped up to be a wonderful chief in his own right. "Perhaps Mrs. Azuma's cellmate might have some idea why she seems to be having such trouble adjusting to prison life?"
Tenka grinned up at Kyouka. "Personally, ma'am, I believe Fubuki-san struggles to accept her own feelings on just how wondrous the warden's punishing cock is. She believes its gift is something she should feel guilty about for some reason."
"Maybe the murders she committed on her own kin?"
"No, nothing that silly," the warden's secretary waved off. "She holds herself to too high a standard because of her upbringing. She thinks she shames her family and the little ones growing inside her."
"That reminds me, why hasn't she given birth yet?" Kyouka inquired. "I though the prison altered the gestation period to six months… did you say 'little ones'? Plural?"
Yuuki laughed nervously. "So, good news, we have an explanation for why she's late. Bad news, we'll have to order another crib for the nursery."