>>715"Just five left to go", Miyo thought as she felt the old man Hibatchi's cool semen leak out of his lizard-like penis and flow like molasses down her throat. The man gave and awful spasm and pulled out of her mouth. The taste he left behind was as disgusting as the bureaucrat himself. Worse still, she could tell that the anesthetic she had injected to deaden the nerves around her uvula were beginning to wear off. Every time she choked, she lost a million yen.
"Please master-sama, put your ochinchin in watashi's okuchi".
Next up was Mitsubishi-san, a high ranking diet member, who was ready to oblige. He was very picky about the teeth. If he felt her teeth at all, the bugdet would suffer greatly. There was little she could do to stop it this year though. She was in a meeting room below the Diet building, the same one as for all the previous years, but this time they had gotten rougher. She was stripped naked, with her hands and legs bound together behind her back and placed on a traditional Japanese table. There were about thirty Tokyo faction members in the room with her, with young boys of various ages and races to act as fluffers, and they took turns fucking her mouth. Unfortunately, Mitsubishi-san had the enthusiasm and stamina of a young bull, and went to work long and hard. She thought about other things.
This is how all the major decisions were made in Japan. That didn't make it any less demeaning. She had learned to do it mostly autonomously by now, saying her humiliating words and swallowing their loads. She just closed her mind off and thought of how proud she was making Grandfather Hifumi, whose name and life's work she had adopted. The project would work, and then they would be forced to be her toys. The whole world would know the genius of Hifumi Takano. She would suffer this humiliation to save his reputation. There was no other way.
He finally finished. Next up was Kawasaki-sensei, the Prime Minister himself. She hadn't even finished begging for his cock when he grabbed her hair and forced his dick inside her mouth. He gave two or three hard, painful pumps before lifting his head to the ceiling and releasing a high-pitched screech of pleasure and going limp in her mouth. A few of the others sniggered. He scowled as he rebuttoned his pants and hit his slave-boy across the face. "That was poorly done. I'm taking ten million yen out of your budget". There was nothing she could do. The man was impotent and a premature ejaculatory, but if she protested, even more money would be lost. It was all she could do to hold back her tears.
The final two went so smoothly that she hardly noticed them. She was lucky that their penises were not long enough to hit her uvula, which was fully sensitive again. Just a few more hours and it would be over.
"You did very well Takano-san. We'll be authorizing the requested funds -- minus deductions of course -- for the Irie Institute's use. However, there is one more condition."
"Oh no-""It seems that last year, you induced vomiting to purge our semen. That is a violation of our parliament procedure and contrary to Japanese culture. So, this year, we shall have you stay here to ensure that it doesn't happen again."
The men began to trickle out of the room with their boys, leaving her tied up on the table in a very uncomfortable position. The last Diet member flicked the light off and shut the door, leaving Miyo in a dark room.