【Nyotaimori】 (Rape and abuse adult novel)

【Nyotaimori】

Tianhai City is a small border town in a war-torn country. It has beautiful scenery but is also poor and declining. However, it is becoming increasingly prosperous because the locals have found the right way.

Drugs, arms, pornography, casinos, the world's largest and most profitable businesses, are booming in this inconspicuous little place. This is a place without laws, morals, human rights, only power. The gathering of money and power conducts the most fundamental transactions in the world.

Yinfeng Hotel is one of the best hotels in the area. A ten-story gray building with a small wooden bed, gray painted walls and no decoration on the surface. At best, it can be considered neat and plain, but it is far from magnificent. Because those who can enter here do not need to show off. Under the one-meter-thick gray exterior wall, tens of billions of transactions are completed every day, including many national-level transactions that are inconvenient to be made public. This is a gathering place for wolves, one in a hundred thousand wolves in the world, herding sheep and enjoying the mutton at the same time.

The kitchen is located on the third underground floor. The chef and two assistants are preparing dinner for a distinguished guest. Dinner was simple, a kind of porridge made from various ingredients in a certain proportion and through multiple processing. It didn't look very good, but it tasted really good and was said to have nourishing effects. Although it is not easy to make, it is a piece of cake for a chef. The key point is that today's tableware is brought by the guests themselves.

A pretty girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short golden hair, thin but clear frowning eyebrows, a pair of big eyes flashing with fear and anger, breathing heavily through her nose, a bright red ball gag stuffed in her cherry mouth. He was a little thin and was wearing a sailor suit, so he was obviously still a student. However, his clothes were disheveled, and it was obvious that he had resisted violently. He was sent with his hands tied behind his back and locked in a box.

The chef shook his head helplessly, but the rich are the bosses, and the powerful are the bosses' uncles. The customer heard that the girl's tableware was good on the way here, so he brought it with him. As for how he got it, how it passed customs, and how it got on the plane, no one knew. Anyway, for the guests, this is just a dinner with a special atmosphere.
However, the problem was left to myself. In the past, it would take at least one or two months from washing to adjusting and training before the table could be put on the table. It was not so easy to just throw it in the morning and use it in the evening. But since I’m the head chef, I’ll just go for it.
The tableware has been brought, but it needs to be unpacked first. It’s nothing. Why should we be sentimental about tableware? Just don’t break them. The two assistants stripped him clean without giving him any explanation. During this period, I still struggled with the tableware, but I had to have two professional assistants.
Then it’s time to deal with the tableware, which is more troublesome. The tableware here is high-end stuff. It's not something that can be washed with just dishwashing liquid and linen cloth. It can be washed clean without leaving any traces. Moreover, these tableware are living things. If they are washed into dead objects, they will be ruined. Even if they are half-dead, it will not be acceptable if the customers are not satisfied.

In the past, the tableware was put on a special helmet with pipes in the helmet leading to the esophagus and trachea, and then all of them were immersed in a special cleaning solution. The cleaning solution was changed every 24 hours, and it went through three steps: cleaning the dirt, depilating (no one likes hair in tableware), and removing the epidermis. At the same time, the food injected into the esophagus was also different. It started with a diluted nutrient solution mixed with laxatives until the intestines were empty, and then it was replaced with a nutrient solution containing biological gel.
It not only supplies nutrition, but also forms a protective film in the intestine, which prevents the intestine from absorbing other food except special nutrient solution. At the same time, the initial nutrient solution contains anesthetic ingredients, which can make the tableware weak and almost unable to move, and can only float in the detergent. If you only consume nutrient solution, almost no feces will be produced. The small amount of digestive fluid produced will also combine with the gel. Eventually, the gel can be removed from the intestines every week. The entire intestine becomes a container with almost no odor.

As for flushing the bladder, it is much simpler. Before use, inject detergent to clean the bladder. After the bladder is empty, inject gel to form a protective film on the inner wall of the bladder, and then you can use it.

What follows is a long period of training and adjustment. Training such as how to carry food without leaking it, how to divide food equally, how to prepare food by yourself, and so on.

It would take at least a month to complete all the training and get the internal cavities to their best condition. Now, in order to have this tableware ready on the table within one day, it seems that only special means can be used.

The cleaned dishes were brought into the washroom, which was a large room with white walls, plenty of lighting and looked quite tidy. On one side of the room were four huge glass water tanks lined up side by side, one of which was filled with pink liquid with a female body immersed in it, floating gently. The other three are temporarily idle. The new cutlery was obviously terrified and struggled desperately, with panicked tears in his eyes. The anger in his eyes had long been replaced by pleading pity, making him look extremely pitiful. However, the three men were obviously not moved by this. People in their line of work don't have much love, nor do they believe in love.

The chef was thinking about how to prepare the new tableware and save time, and he no longer considered the long-term effects. Even if it was only used once and then scrapped, as long as it was lively tonight and the guests were happy, it was fine. Then use some ruthless tactics.
There is no time for a full bowel cleanse, so just clean the last section you will use today. "Bring the soda water," the chef instructed. The assistant understood what I meant and brought a bucket of highly foaming soda water. Another assistant had already secured the cutlery to the rack by the sink. The cutlery now has its legs apart, kneeling on the ground, with its upper body also tied tightly to the ground, its buttocks raised high, its buttocks delicate and tender, obviously not fully developed yet, but perhaps there will be no chance of development. The small chrysanthemums shrink and compress, and their pink color is quite cute.
The chef first injected a laxative into the anus. This common medicine used to treat constipation can relax the muscles around the anus and stimulate bowel movements. It is the first step in cleaning the intestines. When the drug was inserted, the tableware seemed to be struggling desperately, but it could not prevent the drug from entering at all. After the drug was injected, the urge to defecate came immediately, but out of the instinct of shame, I managed to hold it back. But then, a hose was inserted into the intestine, and cold liquid flowed out. It was cold at first, and then the whole abdomen felt like it was on fire. Soda water produces a large amount of gas in the intestines and stimulates the intestines at the same time. In just a few seconds, feces will gush out and cannot be stopped. The tableware was also wailing there, with a mixture of pain, humiliation and panic.

The stool flowed for half a minute and finally stopped. But this was only the first time. The hose injected a large amount of soda water again. The impact of the water and the bubbles produced cleaned even the smallest wrinkles in the intestines. This was repeated three times, and all that gushed out of the anus was foamy soda water. Then a huge suction force is generated at the anus, and an air pump washes out all the remaining liquid in the intestine.

The cutlery was no longer able to struggle at this point, and apart from the occasional trembling, it couldn't even make a wailing sound.
But this was just the beginning. "Glycerin!" Following the chef's order, an assistant slowly injected a whole tube of glycerin into the tableware. At first, I only felt a warm and sticky liquid flowing into my body. Compared with the heart-wrenching pain just now, I now feel very comfortable. Except for a feeling of fullness, there is nothing else. The chef tied the cutlery's anus with an anal plug and proceeded to the next step.
The dishes were brought to a glass sink, which was now filled with cleaning liquid, a slightly darker color than the water where the woman's body was floating. The same helmet was put on the head and the new cutlery was dipped in detergent, but the difference was that the new cutlery was fixed to a rack and the limbs could not move. What is also different is that soon after the new tableware is immersed in the detergent, its body begins to twist and struggle constantly, just like a fleshy white worm.

"With such a high concentration of oxidants, her skin will probably age quickly." An assistant sighed.

"She won't be able to survive very quickly. As long as she can survive tonight, that's enough. Mix the depilatory agent with a high concentration of epidermal remover, and her tender epidermis will be softened and her body hair will fall off in 4 hours. We are in a hurry, so we can't care about so much. The glycerin just injected can dehydrate the inner wall of her intestines to prevent the seeping body fluids from affecting the taste of food. The plasticizer will plasticize her intestinal lining in a while, and the back half of her intestines will become like a rubber tube. Then the front end of the intestine will be blocked to prevent the newly produced feces from flowing down, and there will be no problem in presenting food." The chef explained.

"In that case, what about the final step of food processing?" Another assistant asked the question he had always wanted to ask. The final step of food processing is to inject the prepared food into the intestines. As the intestines move,
Mix the food, absorb moisture, and concentrate the food, while keeping the female body in an excited state and allowing the food in the body to be contaminated with natural female hormones. Food that has been stored for two days like this is the ultimate delicacy for men. But even if we put food into this new tableware now, it will be too late. Besides, there are table manners.
There is no way to train anymore.

"I've already thought about this. You'll know when the time comes." The chef said mysteriously.

At this time, the new tableware was struggling in hell. The skin all over its body was itchy, as if millions of insects were crawling on its body. It wanted to scratch them, but could not move. It could only twist its body constantly. The feeling inside his body was even more terrifying. His intestines, which had not felt anything before, were now wriggling non-stop, and his entire abdomen was shaking from the inside out.
It felt like being pricked by countless needles. It wasn't painful, but it was a thousand times more painful than pain. The suffering of hell was no more than this. She couldn't hear or see anything, only felt an itch all over her body, inside and out, at all times and everywhere. But she could do nothing except twist her body instinctively. It is said that time stands still in hell, and she is now experiencing this endless suffering.

Her consciousness was already blurry, and she suddenly felt that her body felt a little different: the itching had lessened, and her intestines were not as full. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself hanging under a shower head. The water was washing her body. She still felt itchy, but it looked extremely smooth and white, without even a single hair, like a porcelain doll.
While he was unconscious, the chef had already blocked the back of her intestines, completed the plastination, and cleaned her bladder. Now the only thing left is the final step, serving.

But before that, the chef took out a long box containing some long thin needles, as thin as a hair and ten centimeters long. The chef hadn't used this thing in a while. Take out a long needle,
I came behind the tableware and inserted a long needle into the tableware along the left buttock. The tableware was still unconscious and didn't even react when the needle was inserted. Compared with the stimulation inside and outside the body, such a thin needle had no effect. But as the long needle pierced into her, her left leg suddenly trembled violently, and her anus also contracted violently. The long needle has pierced the nerve trunk. Similarly, there is one missing on the right buttock, and the front one is inserted into the bladder sphincter.

"In this way, as long as the electricity is stimulated, the sphincter muscles of the anus and bladder will contract strongly, and the food will not leak out," explained the chef. As for the nourishing porridge, the chef walked out of the room, and after a while, he came back pushing a cart with a giant egg-shaped object on it. This is a box. The lid is open, and inside is a woman lying in bed. She is completely naked, almost naked, like a dog, with her knees and elbows on the ground, holding the protrusion in the middle. Her limbs are fixed with belts, and her body is lying on the protrusion in the middle. The woman has a mask on her face, a tube in her mouth, and a strange cover on her breast. There is also a device on her lower body that covers her entire lower body. There are many films with wires attached to her body, including her armpits, abdomen, inner thighs, soles of her feet, and many other sensitive parts, and these parts often vibrate unconsciously.

The female figure appeared to be in her twenties, quite tall and strong, with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, a typical Asian. Now her eyes were blurry and her limbs were not moving, as if she had lost consciousness. The chef pressed a button on the giant egg, and the devices on the woman's body were retracted one by one. The tableware saw the strange bra on the woman's body. There seemed to be some short hairs inside, and there was a suction cup near the nipple. There seemed to be something flashing cold light and vibrating inside. The lower body instruments were pulled out, and there were three tubes connected side by side inside. According to the position, they should have been inserted into the urethra, vagina and anus. What a horrible thing! Am I going to be put in it too? She thought of it like a piece of cutlery, trembling all the while. The female body still had a dull look in her eyes at first, but as if she sensed something was wrong, she came alive and looked up at the chef. However, there was still saliva in her mouth and her face was flushed. Occasionally, she would use her bright red tongue to lick her lips. What made the guests gasp in amazement was that the woman's hands unconsciously reached out to her breasts and genitals and began to caress them with natural movements. The woman's body was covered in sweat, her skin was flushed, and her nipples were erect, obviously she was aroused. She has a pretty face and smooth, delicate skin. The most peculiar thing about her is her breasts. Although they are not big, they are not small in size and are full like balls, as if they are filled with milk. Her skin is pink, but her areola is so pale that it seems invisible at all. Her nipples are erect, like cherries, crystal clear, and have no interesting lines. The whole breasts look like they are carved and polished from jade. This is a complete tableware. The dinner originally prepared for the guests was already prepared in her intestines and bladder. It had been placed inside her two days ago.

The chef fixed the new cutlery again, still with his hips raised high, and inserted a threaded pipe into the anus with a rotation, making the anus of the cutlery completely open. The pink and delicate intestinal meat could be seen through the hole, and there were occasional waves of wriggling. The tableware had given up resisting. The physical pain had almost destroyed the spirit of this little girl who had not experienced much. She could not understand what these people were saying, nor what they were doing to her. She only remembered that she was kidnapped by a politician from her own country, although she also could not understand why a high-ranking "official" would kidnap a civilian like her. Perhaps she would never understand in this lifetime how a person could torture another person so much just to have a comfortable dinner.

"Switching one thing with another, is this okay?" The assistant seemed to understand, but was still a little worried.

"There is no other way. Let's give it a try," said another assistant.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of whatever happens," the chef said calmly.

The chef pointed to the new tableware that had been fixed and said "go" to the female body that was pushed over. The woman seemed a little confused. She had been working as a tableware worker for a year, so she was considered a veteran. Perhaps the long hours of work, non-stop excitement and climax had made her brain no longer work properly. When the chefs had told her this in the past, she would just climb onto the food delivery cart nearby and follow the instructions to empty her intestines or bladder. But today, there was no food delivery cart in front of him, only a young female body with a tube stuck in her anus. She didn't look like a diner at all. She looked at the chef blankly but did not stop masturbating. The chef shook his head. This is what happens to tableware that is about to reach the end of its life. Although the dishes made with them are the most delicious, maybe after this time, it's time to let her rest.

The chef pulled her over to the new utensils, turned her around, inserted the propped-up tube into her anus, and made a rowing gesture. The female body seemed to understand, so she exerted force to slowly expel the food in her body and injected it into the intestines of the new tableware through the tube. Xin Cuisine was extremely scared. She still didn't know what was happening. Now a female body that looked like a female beast in estrus was actually defecating into her body. Although she was not so naive that she didn't even know what sex was, everything now was far beyond her understanding. Compared to the physical torture just now, the psychological fear now was even more unbearable. She instinctively wanted to refuse anything from entering her body. She tightened her abdomen and tried to make a bowel movement, but it was obvious that her physical strength was not as good as her opponent's. So she felt fearfully that something was flowing from the opponent's intestines into her own intestines. Then she felt something passing through her urethra. She knew what was going to happen, but she couldn't stop it.

The chef inserted one end of the hose into the bladder of the new cutlery and handed the other end to the female body. The female body already knew what she should do and obediently inserted the other end of the hose into her urethra. Ten minutes later the dinner turntable was completed, the tubes were removed, an electric current was passed, and the urethra and anus were closed.


The new tableware seems to be in a trance. No more struggling. Wipe the sweat off the new tableware, put on black stockings, fix it to the food delivery cart, kneel on the ground with elbows and knees, spread legs, and expose the pink vulva. Perhaps it couldn't bear the physical and mental impact, or perhaps it was just tired, the new tableware closed its eyes and didn't move. But the chef knew that today's work was done as long as he was intact, or as long as he was still alive.


It's time to deliver the food. The waiter pushes the dining cart covered with a snow-white tablecloth into the guest's room. He seems to be in a good mood, and today's business should be quite successful.

Open the white cloth first, the new tableware remains motionless, but the customer knows that the tableware is awake, because when the white cloth rubs against her modified sensitive skin, she is trembling.

This was a female body that was far from mature, and actually not very much to his taste. But it didn't matter, as he was a person who liked new experiences. Because of a day's processing, the skin of the tableware was flushed pink. This was certainly not due to excitement, as evidenced by the dry vagina. The breasts had just developed and only had the outline of a breast, and the nipples were like beans, small and cute. Her well-proportioned figure is a little thin, but her beautiful legs in black stockings appear even longer. At first glance, she looks like a smaller version of a tall beauty. That may be her future.

As my fingertips slid across the smooth back, the tableware trembled slightly, as if it was trying hard to endure.

"You can start now." This was the first sentence that Zhouban understood today.

He suddenly opened his eyes and a middle-aged man appeared in front of him. He knew this man. To be more precise, everyone in the country knew him. He was a politician with extraordinary political achievements and a leader who was deeply loved by the people. Although his iron-fisted policies and indifferent style were criticized, it did not affect his image as a leader among most people. How could it be him? What's wrong with this world?


Cutlery was struggling, tears streaming from shocked eyes. But the ball gag in his mouth prevented him from shouting. The man looked calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual in front of him, or something that seemed unusual to him.
This is normal.


The man walked to the dining table and sat down. The waiter held the plate and stood behind the tableware, reducing the electric current stimulating the anus. The anus opened instantly and the contents of the intestines gradually flowed out. It was a light yellow, thin paste with various granular seasonings, emitting bursts of fragrance. Wait until the plate is 80% full, then turn on the power.
The chrysanthemum closed again.


The waiter carefully brought the plate to the table. The man picked up the gold-plated spoon, scooped up some, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully. After a while, he said to the waiter, "Not bad." The waiter thanked him politely. Then he poured the man another glass of wine. Naturally, it is stored in the cutlery bladder.

The tableware was stunned. He was captured and tortured just for this. What was he? ! All this is just for a nice dinner, which is more horrible than cannibalism. Anger, endless anger came over her, and Cutlery struggled desperately, but the special restraint props made it impossible for her to even make a louder noise.
There was nothing I could do except shake my body wildly. Even the waiter didn't even look at her. It didn't stop until the man finished his dinner. Perhaps because he had drunk some wine and was in a good mood, the man suddenly became interested in tableware. Looking at the exhausted girl tableware, she was still shaking her body frantically. Today's dinner was good. Although the taste inside was not that of a girl, there was no strange smell. Obviously, the girl's body was also