“…”
Why is it always like this?
Why is it that I am the one subjected to all this breaking, training, and humiliation, yet the shame is also mine to bear? Eleonora, lying face down on her bed—which was nothing more than a pile of straw—murmured the words while breathing heavily, her face flushing crimson.
“…I almost fainted again.”
I felt as if my body were melting away. My entire being was ravaged by that villain's touch. I was creampied so deeply today by that heinous cock—a weapon that treats a woman's pussy as nothing more than a toilet—that I actually worried I might have been impregnated for real this time.
The fact that he pissed inside my body in between rounds was just a bonus, but that wasn't the critical issue.
“He is definitely insane… doing such atrocious, filthy things…!”
No matter how much I have been broken by him, usually, the act of a man urinating inside a woman's vagina causes a natural physiological revulsion, regardless of whether there are feelings between them.
But what about me? Every time that bastard said he was going to piss in my pussy, did I tell him to pull out? Did I resist? Far from it. I smiled lewdly, as if granting him permission—no, as if begging for it—and even tangled my tongue with his, welcoming his depraved acts.
“It couldn't have been a dream… I vowed not to lose to him this time, swore I wouldn't faint, and held on for so long…”
It had only been thirty minutes since I climaxed while receiving his urethral release inside my womb, so there was no way my memory was distorted.
“Huuph…”
The moment I unknowingly admitted that the sex with him felt good, a wave of fatigue crashed over my entire body. It was impossible for the body of a Grand Master to be exhausted from just a bit of sexual intercourse, but perhaps today I was more mentally drained than physically tired.
I left the cage, went outside the pigsty, and if that wasn't enough, I was left naked and blindfolded, almost raped by goblins, and after that…
“…”
Eleonora rolled over, lying on her back to stare at the ceiling, then propped her upper body up slightly to look down at her own form.
Her massive tits, far too large to be grasped in one hand, rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing. Eleonora stared at the two pink fruit-like nipples that bobbed up and down on the mounds of flesh, like the sun setting over the western mountains.
“Is this really so good…?”
It was impossible to know exactly how much abuse they had suffered today, but her breasts formed a veritable flower garden of red marks and hickeys, indicating the rough treatment. And then there were her nipples—stiffly erect and showing no signs of softening. Words were unnecessary to describe their state.
“He kneaded them so hard I thought my chest would burst, and twisted my nipples without mercy…”
Even when I begged him to stop, those rough, calloused hands mauled me, and that greedy snout and those teeth bit down hard. It was only natural they would be in such a mess.
“They don't even fit properly in his hands, yet his greed knows no bounds…”
Later, when he couldn't grasp them with one hand, he grabbed my tits with both hands as if trying to rip them off. There was a moment where I almost laughed, seeing him act like a child throwing a tantrum because he couldn't handle his toy.
Of course, I can see clearly with my own two eyes what the price for that amusement was.
Her gaze drifted lower to check her body, which had been thoroughly wrecked by his touch. The moment her eyes landed on her crotch, which had suffered even more abuse than her breasts today, Eleonora furrowed her brow sharply.
“You fucked me like a dog. Did you really intend to turn my pussy into a gaping, loose hole?!”
It was a complete disaster. Her platinum blonde pubic hair, usually as lustrous as the hair on her head, was matted with dried semen like frost-covered branches. Her pussy, still gushing out a mixture of piss and cum with every gluck-gluck sound, looked miraculous for not having torn apart.
“If it really doesn't close back up, what will I do…!”
Her once chaste and tightly shut vagina was nowhere to be seen. In its place was the lewd pussy of a bitch in heat, twitching and gaping wantonly as if searching for a male's cock to fill it.
'Eight creampies inside the womb. And counting the times he pissed in my pussy... twice after that...'
Towards the end, he even brought a water bottle from somewhere and gulped it down right in front of me, just to refill his bladder.
At that time, I was so lost in a hell of endless orgasms that my tongue was loose and I couldn't speak properly, but I vowed again and again that next time, I would stop him.
Of course, I don't know if my resolve will be enough to stop him, but regardless... glaring at her own crotch as if to punish the naughty pussy that had ang-ang cried out in pleasure around that man's cock, Eleonora suddenly blushed.
She stared softly at her own palm, lost in thought.
“Really, what was I thinking… wasting such a golden opportunity…!”
I could have extracted useful information from him, perhaps even a way to escape this place! Yet, in that perfect moment, the words that left my mouth were asking for a 'Pussy Pat-Pat'!
No wonder he feels so confident in humiliating me. He must have been laughing at me inside, even if he pretended not to.
But since Eleonora herself was the cause, she couldn't say anything. She could only tremble in shame, unable to utter a single curse. She rubbed her dry face with her hands, then slowly pulled them away to look at her palm again.
“But… it felt good. Pat, pat…”
A gentle touch, filled with affection for his pet, serving as an apology for almost letting her be ruined by goblins and leaving her in that state.
Just that touch was enough to melt the knots in her heart. Even now, just imagining the sensation made a smile creep onto her lips. It was hard to believe that this hand was the same one that usually broke her and extended its filthy claws of dominance.
“I liked it when he slapped my pussy mound playfully… and when he pressed it open with his fingers… but still…”
Perhaps the moment when his large hand covered her entire pussy with a warm Thud was the best of all.
“Fufu, does he like my pussy that much…? Does he want to covet this Eleonora so badly? How vile and disgusting…!”
Contrary to her words, the smile wouldn't leave her lips. But it was only for a moment. Eleonora forced strength back into her eyes, returning to the gaze of a female knight, and looked at her armor placed in the corner of the pen.
“I can't go on like this. Today, I finally realized it. I thought I was resisting his breaking well enough, but he has dyed my body in his colors far more than I imagined.”
Just look at right now.
Even if it felt good, to smile at the touch of the man who humiliated and broke me? No, the fact that I thought it felt good is the problem in the first place.
His goal is me.
To thoroughly break me and corrupt me into a lewd Sow Knight who serves him. Indeed, before I knew it, I was letting out vulgar squeals at his touch.
Every time I climaxed, I dutifully reported the fact that I was cumming, and without realizing it, I called him 'Master' and fawned over him.
They say when you realize you're late, it's already too late. Apart from a fragment of my mind and spirit, everything else had already succumbed to him and the pleasure he provided.
“Hiii-uuugh… The, the semen is leaking…♥”
Look at this. I'm just crawling toward my armor, yet I nearly climaxed just from the sensation of semen trickling down my thighs.
And what about my voice? It's the sweet, lust-filled voice of a female in heat, sounding completely natural now.
If it were the old me, I would have bitten my lip or scolded myself for being so pathetic. But the reality was that I was panting like a dog, squirming—a sow on the verge of total corruption by lust.
“…”
Barely managing to reach her armor, Eleonora stood up and began to pull on her black leggings.
Semen was still drooling down her legs, but as if she didn't care, she pulled the leggings all the way up. She then wrestled her massive breasts into the sports bra that screamed under the strain, sat down, and began to strap on her armor.
After roughly putting on the armor plates, just as she was about to fasten the buckles, Eleonora murmured blankly.
“It itches… I can't stand it…!”
The moment the clothes and armor covered her skin, a sudden, immense wave of repulsion assaulted her body. It felt like oil trying to mix with water. Every time she reached for a buckle, the thought that she wanted to strip it all off flooded her mind.
“Why now… why of all times…!”
There had always been some stinging and itching when wearing the armor, but never this overwhelming sense of 'repulsion.' She had felt a similar discomfort a few times before, but never the urge to rip it off.
She hadn't lived a long life, but wearing this armor had been her lifelong pride. It made no sense.
Honestly, she wanted to believe that Shin Seon-dong, that bastard, had done some trickery to her again. But the timing was too exquisite.
“Why today? Why must I think this way right now…?!”
A remark Shin Seon-dong had casually tossed out when examining her, back when she complained about her body feeling strange, flashed through her mind.
—Maybe your body is rejecting the clothes because you hate wearing them?
“Ah…”
Back then, naturally, she dismissed it as his nonsense and growled at him to never speak of it again.
After all, that statement implied that she, Eleonora, was pretending to be sick just to be stripped naked because she wanted to show her skin to someone.
If she admitted that…
It would be admitting that she wanted to cast aside this armor—the symbol of her honor and pride as a knight, especially now that her sword was taken—to expose her tits and pussy, acknowledging herself as a nympho who wants to climax under his gaze.
She didn't want to admit she had such a fetish.
But today. Exactly today.
After being completely naked, and even though they weren't human, having her nude body exposed to others… was it really a mere coincidence that she now felt she didn't want to wear clothes?
Was it a coincidence that she felt the same thrill today as she did that day when she received the lustful gazes of the bandits on her naked body?
“In the end, he intends to take even this from me… he plans to strip away everything… my humanity, everything…!”
Unable to endure it, Eleonora frantically stripped off the armor and clothes, throwing them aside. Now naked again, she hugged her own body and muttered.
“It is not certain yet. I don't know if he played a trick on me, or if I truly just… d-don't want to wear clothes…!”
I can't let this continue.
I must do something. But how? I am trapped like this, so how?
“There might be… a way… maybe…”
Squelch.
Perhaps the answer was closer than she thought.