The Arrogant Female Brat Hypnotized into a Vile Meat Toilet by a Fat Old Man

Chapter 1: The Street Queen

My name is Ayana Fujita, 19, a delinquent high school student in Tokyo, held back for skipping and fighting, and the female leader of the “Night Wolves” yakuza gang. At 172 cm, I’m curvy, with C-cup breasts, a slim waist, tight hips, silver-gray dyed hair, and a roaring wolf tattoo on my arm. In a shortened school skirt, cigarette in mouth, I extort protection money and beat down anyone who defies me. Nicknamed “Silver Wolf,” I thought I was untouchable—until I met that fat pig, Kenzō Yamamoto.Yamamoto, 52, over 140 kilos, bald, greasy-faced, runs a seedy underground casino, rumored to master hypnosis. In gaudy shirts, his flab spills out, grinning like a sleazy hog. I’d raid his casino with my crew, extorting cash, mocking him as “dead pig,” but he never snapped, just stared coldly, saying, “Little girl, you’ll regret crossing me.”One night, I stormed his casino alone, smashing a slot machine to demand more cash. He pulled out a silver pocket watch, swinging it, murmuring, “Ayana, look… relax…” I sneered, ready to curse his nonsense, but his voice slithered into my brain, my eyes locked on the watch, body limp, mind fogging. His last chuckle: “Little wolf girl, you’re mine now.”I woke naked on a leather bed in the casino’s back room, wrists and ankles bound with straps. Yamamoto loomed, stripping his shirt, flab quivering, cock hard as iron. I roared, “What the fuck!” He leered, “Ayana, you’re my meat toilet now.” He climbed on, his weight crushing me, cock shoving into my mouth, stench gagging me. I wanted to bite, but my body obeyed, tongue licking his tip. He fucked my mouth, cumming down my throat, choking me. Humiliation stabbed like a knife.

Chapter 2: Enslaved by Hypnosis

From then, Yamamoto’s hypnosis owned me. After gang jobs, he’d text me to the casino, swinging his watch, turning me into a puppet. Locked in the back room, I was his sex slave, servicing him and his “VIPs”—fat, vile old men. They called me “wolf slut,” whipping my ass, dripping wax on my chest, zapping my clit and anus with shock wands. My screams mixed with their leers, each forced orgasm fueling my self-hatred.One day, Tamura, a 48-year-old sweaty yakuza boss, made me lick his rancid feet, then fucked my pussy with his 25cm cock. I screamed in pain, but hypnosis forced climax, juices and his cum dripping to the floor. He laughed, “Silver Wolf? Just a filthy whore!” Yamamoto recorded, saying, “Ayana, this is your new role—meat toilet.”I tried rebelling, stealing his watch while he slept, but the hypnosis was too strong, my mind bending to him. He tattooed “Servant” on my back, making every bath a death wish. My arrogance crumbled, leaving despair—I was just a toy.But in this hell, I met Yuu Takahashi, 22, a casino janitor. Skinny, bespectacled, with gentle eyes, he never joined the VIPs’ “games,” just cleaned, blushing when he glanced at me. Once, he picked up a dropped strap, whispering, “Ayana, you don’t deserve this…” His words pierced my darkness like warmth.

Chapter 3: A Spark of Pure Love

Yuu’s kindness became my lifeline. After VIPs ravaged me, he’d slip me a towel, wiping away sweat and cum, murmuring, “Ayana, I wish I could free you.” His presence dulled my shame, even briefly.One session, Yamamoto forced me to service four fat pigs, stuffing me with anal plugs and vibrators, their cum coating me. I collapsed, cum and sweat mixing, shame choking me. Yuu, cleaning, knelt beside me, whispering, “Ayana, you’re human, not their toy.” He wiped my face, and I cried, the first time someone saw me as human.That night, casino closed, Yuu snuck in, untying my straps, saying, “Ayana, I’ll get you out.” We tried smashing the hypnotic watch, but Yamamoto’s alarm blared. He stormed in, grabbing Yuu, roaring, “You punk, want to be a meat toilet too?” He forced me to masturbate before Yuu, then fucked me, my squirting climax mixing tears and juices. Yuu cried, “Let her go!” My heart broke, powerless to save him.

Chapter 4: The Flame of Rebellion

Yuu’s pain ignited my resolve. I studied Yamamoto, learning his hypnosis relied on the watch and a magic crystal in the casino’s basement. Eavesdropping on his VIP talks, I found the crystal was the hypnosis core—destroy it, and I’d be free.Yuu risked stealing the basement key, saying, “Ayana, I believe in you.” His faith fueled me. One VIP-free night, we crept to the basement, found the crystal. I smashed it with a hammer, hypnosis breaking, my mind clearing. Yamamoto burst in, knife to Yuu’s throat, roaring, “You bitch, ruin my stuff, and he dies!” I tackled him, wrested the knife, knocked him out without killing. We fled to an abandoned warehouse.Yuu hugged me, “Ayana, you’re free.” I kissed him, stripped his clothes, licked his chest, entered him gently, unlike Yamamoto’s brutality. He moaned, “Ayana… I love you…” Our climax, his cum and my juices mingling, sealed our love.

Chapter 5: Societal Backlash

We escaped to a Chiba town, renting a shabby apartment. I worked at a logistics warehouse, Yuu at a bookstore. We tried normalcy, but society’s judgment followed. Townsfolk heard of my yakuza past, calling me a “thug,” Yuu a “wimp with a bad girl.” One of Yamamoto’s VIPs, Matsui, a fat yakuza mid-boss, tracked us, vowing to “reclaim his wolf whore.”Matsui’s goons cornered our apartment, sneering, “Ayana, you’re still our slut.” I shielded Yuu, “Touch him, and I’ll kill you!” Yuu stood firm, “Ayana’s my love, not your toy!” His courage stunned me, swaying some townsfolk to our side.Our sex was our refuge. After Matsui’s threat, Yuu rode me, moaning, “Ayana… love me… give me strength…” I tied his wrists with silk, licked his nipples, thrust gently. He came, crying, “Ayana… I love only you…” We used feather wands for spice, love shielding us.

Chapter 6: Redemption Through Pure Love

To end Matsui’s threat, I contacted a Night Wolves friend, now a private detective, providing evidence of Yamamoto’s sex trade. Police raided the casino, arresting Yamamoto and Matsui. Our story spread, softening townsfolk, some bringing fruit, saying, “You’re good people, don’t fear.”Life stabilized. I got promoted at the warehouse, Yuu’s bookstore thrived. We planted morning glories on our balcony, cuddling under stars. Yuu got pregnant, hugging me, “Ayana, we’re having a baby.” I kissed his belly, “Yuu, we’re family.”Our sex was tender yet erotic. One moonlit night, Yuu’s pregnant belly glowed, his chest enticing. I kissed his nipples, dripped low-temp wax on his thighs, his climax shooting, crying, “Ayana… I love you…” I entered him, thrusting gently, our cum and juices sealing our vow.Our son, Shota, was born. Holding him, Yuu and I wept, “Ayana, our home.” From a hypnotized meat toilet to pure love’s redemption, my yakuza arrogance was tamed by love. Yuu’s gentleness, Shota’s laughter, and my resolve built an eternal family.