wasn’t worried about Shiina. This kind of stuff was totally up her valley after all. In fact, I was pretty sure that she slight redness of her cute cheeks was no embarrassment but a mix eager anticipation and excitement.

Honestly now, how can an innocent looking lass such as her be such a perverted woman?

Mei on the other hand was still very bashful towards this sort of humiliation-domination play. Sure she had let me finger her less than an hour ago, but that was something that happened in the spurt of the moment and as a result of the constant stimulation that Shiina had provided through her stories and paintings.

This on the other hand was a kinky fetish dinner organized by a woman that was known for her sexual escapades.

I felt bad for the poor young woman who had to endure so many erotic things within just a single day. Because keep in mind, it felt a lot longer, but it has only been ONE day since the events of the mafia war.

ONE DAY! So many things had happened, so many erotic things had happened, but only a single day had passed.

Imagine the kind of stress Mei had been under for the entire time!

I vowed to myself that I would make Mei relax for the next week after we got through this. No more sexual topics, no more pushy Jill, no more proactive Shiina. Just pure and healthy NORMAL life.

Mei herself was rather composed. After all the events of the day she had grown a little numb to all the sexuality that constantly accompanied me. Sure, she was blushing and seemed a little uncomfortable with the thought of degrading herself to the level of a mere bitch that had to crawl on the ground, but she put on a brave front and more or less calmly followed us to our seats.

Jill, Lea and I sat down on the chairs, while Shiina immediately got on all fours and completely absorbed her role as ‘dog’. She let herself fall onto her butt and assumed the ‘sit’-position like a real dog would do.

Mei on the other hand was far more reserved and hesitantly lowered herself on all four limbs. Only after a few moments of fighting her embarrassment, she crawled in front of her two bowls and also assumed the same position as Shiina.

I won’t lie, it was really stimulating, but at the same time the whole thing was spoiled by my bad consciousness towards Mei.

“You can serve the dishes.”, Jill said with a slight smile and immediately the side doors opened, and chefs came inside the room, pushing carts with food before them.

Of course, there was no way the food could have been served on normal plates. Instead they had nude, petite women on each cart, their foresides serving as the plates for the meal. Furthermore, the young, mostly flat-chested women weren’t just laying on the carts, they were restrained in all sort of different postures and with every sort of binding technique there was.

It was truly a dinner worth of Jill’s absolutely horrifying reputation.

The carts were brought to the tables and the girls were picked off the carts and laid down in front of the guests. Next to them they placed a set of cutlery and a wine glas.

I naturally also received one of such ‘plates’.

She was a young, most likely 18 year old, brunette woman with long, slightly curling hair. As the other girls used as plates, she was smaller than 1.3m, in other words no larger than the tiny Shiina was. Of course, even that size would have been big to just place on a table, if her legs weren’t restrained in a way that forced her lower legs beneath her body.

She did not talk, keeping her mouth close firmly and only mustering me curiously.

Obviously no one forced her to do this and the steel collar on her neck was it probable that she was one was Jill’s sect’s members that actually wanted to do this sort of stuff.

Aside from her legs being restrained beneath her body, she also had her arms cuffed to her calves by a short chain. This meant that her body was slightly arched which in turn forced her to open her legs by some degree.

From between her legs I could see the neck of a wine bottle sticking out of her widely stretched pussy.

God this was really too much even for my sometimes fucked up taste. Even so I had to admit that the fetishes were truly executed in a brilliant way.

I grabbed the bottle neck and gently pulled it out from the girl’s lower body. The poor girl panted as I liberated her gaping hole from the thick foreign object that had stretched it to the very brink.

Doing my best to ignore the look of extasy on the girl’s face I opened the bottle and poured myself a glass of the excellent wine. Emptying it in a single motion I chose to check on the girls on the floor.

They too had been served their meals, fortunately not in the bowls, but instead on proper, porcelain plates. To my honest surprise they were even given forks and knives to eat. Nonetheless the experience to have to eat while crawling on the floor and exposing their nether regions to all surrounding people, was still quite harsh.

Shiina seemed quite content with her meal and happily ate the expensive dishes, while Mei tried to ignore the depravity of the situation and just enjoy the wonderful food.

I on the other hand had to be careful not to injure my fucking plate while cutting the damn meat…

“You know, these girls beneath the tables are all the sisters or daughters of the men sitting at the tables. Of course, they are also part of my movement!”, Jill suddenly told me from the side. She seemed to enjoy her meal and she skillfully freed her ‘plate’ from it’s contents without causing any damage to the vulnerable skin beneath her cutlery.

“Also, the girls serving as plates have come from the entire country to take part in this event, you won’t believe how many WANTED to become plates! Even though the requirements were really high, there were still hundreds of applications!”, I did not know why, but I did not really listen to her talk. Instead I began to eat.

At some occasions I slightly scratched the girl’s skin or accidentally touched her stiff nipples with my fork. Each time the girl would almost climax. She really was quite the sicko…

Suddenly a muffled cry rang out from our table. One of the plate-girls desperately tried to suppress her pained voice as a streak of blood run down the side of her belly.

“Shut up bitch! I don’t want to hear your stupid voice while eating!”, said the ‘owner’ of the plate while continuing to use his cutlery on the bleeding girl. I could immediately see that he was deliberately exerting to much pressure and injuring the girl.

I immediately became extremely, extremely angry.

This kind of person was honestly the worst…

The longer I saw him, the longer I thought about the sick mind inside that young man’s brain, the more livid I turned.

My expression became furious and I did not realize how livid I had become until I stood up, sent my chair flying and walked over to the sadistic bitch who was still grinning stupidly.

Without thinking about the consequences, I punched him straight into the face.

Well, I should have remembered that my body was still a wreck and that I was still covered in bandages. Even as my fist connected to his yaw I could feel my body screaming in pain. Of course, my fist also wasn’t quite as hard as it should have been.

As a result, the bastard recovered too fast and send a punch towards my belly.

The results were disastrous. As the fist hit me and I was send flying, my barely stitched up injuries opened, and my entire body was bloodied. Parts of my suit were immediately soaked in my own blood. Waves of extreme pain threatened to consume my consciousness and I blacked out for a few seconds.

I was really grateful I did black out, as I did not think I would have safely overcome the pain that came right after the initiate shock.

The sight of my suit suddenly being soaked in blood after just one punch, must have quite the shook, because even the blacked out me could hear the loud, panicked cries of the surrounding people. When I reopened my eyes again I was on the ground and saw my nemesis as he was struggling on the ground, his jaw being crushed beneath Jill’s ten-centimeter heels.

Lea went on to break both of his arms and legs while furiously yelling at him. I had no idea what she was yelling, but it did sound quite nice to the muddle-headed me.

Later on, I found out that she was effectively cursing all his ancestors up to the fortieth generation.

With this the evening was over.