Kwa-ang! Thud! Bam!
Held firmly in Eleonora's grip, Christia’s head was repeatedly smashed into the ground and yanked back up, completely against her will.
"You're putting quite a bit of strength into resisting. You're still in one piece without a single scratch, even without the Saintess's blessing."
"In the past... Sir Eleonora... thanks to crossing the front lines with you..."
"Do not speak of the past in front of me."
Kwa-ang—!
Eleonora once again slammed Christia's head down, this time aiming directly for the shield rolling on the ground.
"Do I still look like that person to you, you bitch? Do I look like Eleonora Croft, that donkey chasing a carrot on a stick, unaware it was bait, pursuing vain delusions like 'honor'?!"
Eleonora raised her hand to smash Christia into the shield again, a violent warning to stop her from bringing up the past.
"Stop it!"
"If you don't want to end up like this, bitch, you’d better strip naked and surrender quietly. If not, I'll show you exactly what kind of wretched state you'll end up in, right here in front of...!"
"Do not touch the Saintess!"
"Let go."
Kwa-a-ang—!!
Christia had reached out, trying to grab the hand holding her hair, but she was once again mercilessly slammed into the cold earth by Eleonora’s ruthless grip.
"Kuh, haaah... E-Eleonora... Sir, please, come to your...!"
Thud—!
Before she could even finish her sentence, Eleonora smashed Christia into the ground again. Then, she glanced over at me—where Big Sis Urga was currently violating my cock with her throat-cunt—and twitched her pussy once in an apologetic gesture.
As if to demonstrate clearly the price of ignoring her warning, she roared.
"Don't you dare attach titles like 'Sir' to my name!! I am the Master's sow, Eleonora!! A breeding sow who spreads her pussy and asshole wide open wherever the Master commands! I am the filthy, lewd Sow Knight Eleonora, sworn to protect the Master and his cock!!"
She began to inflict brutal punishment on Christia, who had insulted her current self—her depraved, fallen self who had embraced her lewdness as a Sow Knight—by bringing up her past glory.
"Stop, stop it!"
"Saintess, hurry and flee..."
Smash—!
"Do I still look human to your eyes, you bitch?! I am a sow! A sow who goes crazy for her Master’s cock and squeals oink, oink! This naked body is proof of my absolute obedience to the Master! These piercings are the brand of the Master's sow! My pussy and asshole, which are leaking fluids and twitching right now, are the glorious stigmata personally trained by the Master!!"
The entire building shook with every gesture of the enraged Eleonora.
With the battle over and the barrier gone, it was inevitable that someone would come running at this commotion. But Eleonora, pinning Christia's head to the floor, spoke as if none of that mattered.
"If you are a female, then like a proper female, abandon your faith in the Goddess and swear loyalty to the Master's cock!"
"Saintess... hurry, hurry and run..."
"Are you as stupid as that wild boar over there?"
At Eleonora's words, as she looked down at Christia with murderous eyes, Big Sis Urga—who had been tasting my cock with loud schlop, schlop noises—flinched and whispered carefully to me.
"...She looks really pissed."
"She looks angry, but is it that bad?"
Before answering, Big Sis Urga shuddered as if remembering something terrible, then loudly gulped down the semen pooled in her mouth.
"Well, back in the day, we got into a scuffle, and I started badmouthing the Princess and Queen of the royal family she served. You know, calling them sluts... saying they were whores throwing gangbang parties with men in the back, calling them exhibitionists..."
"And then?"
"What do you mean 'and then'?! Her eyes rolled back just like that, and forget the sword—she beat me half to death with her bare fists. You see that scar on her stomach? That happened because I grabbed whatever I could find and swung it just to survive. Honestly, I thought I was going to die. Though, thanks to that, I am who I am today."
After finishing her story, Big Sis Urga trembled again as if the memory still haunted her. Saying she needed to calm her nerves, she took my cock back into her mouth.
I didn't know the details, but the memory must have been truly terrifying; even her tongue wrapping around my shaft was quivering.
"How dare you, unaware of your place! Pretentious bitch, acting noble and high-and-mighty without knowing your own lewd nature! How dare you dig up the disgraceful past of this cum-dumpster and try to shake this sow's loyalty to the Master!!"
I wasn't entirely sure, but seeing Eleonora so worked up, looking like she was about to kill just like she had threatened me in the past... I felt a strange sense of nostalgia.
"I should tell her we'll do 'Captured Knightess Play' later."
"This Sow Knight Eleonora will never return to being a noble huma... W-wait, did you say Captured Knightess Play?!"
"Ah, she stopped."
Spluuurt—♥
Literally instantly. Eleonora, who had been smashing Christia into her shield with murderous intent just a second ago, changed completely the moment my words ended. As if asking where her furious face had gone, she began to wear a lewd, depraved smile while a long string of love juice drooled from her crotch.
"D-does that mean... Master will personally discipline and train this Eleonora again...?!"
"Huh?"
"Saintess, hurry... to a safe... place..."
"Christia! I'll, I'll heal you right away!"
The fierce killing intent that felt like it would crush skin and burst hearts vanished. Seeing Eleonora now twisting her body coyly after stepping back from Christia, Violet hurriedly supported the limp knight and began to pray.
Of course, true to her title as a Saintess, a holy aura immediately enveloped Christia, wiping away the blood and wounds that marred her face.
Though, truthfully, the only real injury was a split lip.
Violet, looking at Christia lying beside her—exposed tits and pussy visible aside from her gauntlets and greaves—turned her trembling eyes toward Eleonora.
"Aaaah... The pleasure of being helpless, bound tightly in that frame without being able to use my hands or feet, having my virginity trampled by Master... Remembering when Master's virile cock tore through this Eleonora's hymen... just thinking about having my cunt stuffed makes me full for three days and nights... No, it was such a thrilling experience I could piss myself right now...♥"
Pshhhhhhh—
"Hiiik!?"
With truly terrible timing, just as Violet looked at her...
Eleonora kicked away the crystal ball rolling on the floor.
She assumed the posture of a female completely submitted to pleasure, and as always, she began to leak urine from her pussy and semen from her asshole.
-##$^#
Some noise came from the crystal ball, but no one here paid it any attention.
"Haaah... I came... Just reliving that memory... recalling how I was raped while screaming that I would kill you, Master... it makes me shudder so much. Remembering the glory of that day, offering my first time to Master outdoors in broad daylight... my womb is throbbing, aching to bear Master's child right this instant...♥"
"Eeek, eeeeek...?!"
Perhaps feeling shame and humiliation at seeing such lewd acts performed so proudly in front of her, the Saintess, Violet immediately whipped her head around to glare at me.
"How... how could you do such terrible things to this person...!"
"What did I do?"
"...You have some nerve asking 'what' with that mouth."
"Sister, just quietly suck my cock."
"...Just you wait. Mmph!"
Schlurp, schlop!
As if harmonizing with the sound of Eleonora pissing herself, the wet noises of Big Sis Urga's throat-cunt echoed through the space. Violet's face turned bright red, and she glared at me silently.
"Are you... are you planning to make me like this too? Are you trying to turn me into your sexual relief slave, a semen receptacle... a s-sow, just like Sir Eleonora...?"
"No, I didn't say I'd go that fa—"
"Hoh... You always smile vacantly, so I thought you were a fool, but you are smarter than you look."
"Hiiiik...?!"
Still in her submission pose, swaying her hips back and forth as if begging me to look at her lewd pussy, Eleonora looked down at Violet and licked her lips.
Seeing her use formal language again, it seemed her reason had indeed returned.
"Exactly as you said! The Saintess will no longer be a Saintess, but will be broken into the Master's sow, Violet. You will spend your entire life birthing Master's children, wallowing in semen and love juices as a breeding sow, offering up that pussy to enjoy a long, lewd, and happy life as livestock."
"Such... such a thing... T-there's no way that can be forgiven! There is no way the Goddess would allow such an atrocity...!"
But even as she said that, Violet seemed to realize something. She fell silent for a moment, glared at me sharply, and then suddenly clasped her hands together to pray.
"You dare!"
"Too late—mph!"
Fwaaaah—!!
Eleonora hurriedly tried to cover the Saintess's mouth, but it was already too late. A pink light began to shine from Violet—a very familiar shade of pink.
However, even after the light faded, nothing had changed.
There was only Violet, calmly kneeling with Christia's head still resting on her lap.
Eleonora muttered again with a cold expression.
"Master, as the Sow Knight Commander serving you, I wish to make a suggestion... May I execute these deceitful wenches immediately?"
"No, Sir Eleonora. You cannot harm me."
"?"
Eleonora looked at her as if asking what nonsense she was spouting, pointing her greatsword at Violet to threaten her.
But Violet, who had been trembling in fear until just a moment ago, gently lowered Christia's head from her lap to the ground.
Ignoring Eleonora's intimidating aura, she stood up straight and began to walk carefully toward me.
Of course, she blushed briefly upon seeing Big Sis Urga, who was sucking on my cock slurp, slurp as if it were the most delicious thing in the world, but that was only for a moment.
"Saintess of the Goddess Church... I, Violet Holylight, surrender to you right here and now."
"Saintess... No, you... can't...!"
Biting her lip slightly and squeezing her eyes shut, Violet placed her hands on her shoulders and began to slide off the open dress draped there.
Despite Christia's weak protests, the dress held in her trembling hands slipped down her body like autumn leaves in the wind. Swish.
"Oh my."
"...She has the posture of a sow ready for breeding."
Behind the trail of the dress that fell helplessly to the ground stood a surprisingly stark-naked white body.
Violet revealed modest breasts that almost made the open dress seem like a waste, a plump, pinchable ass befitting her stature, and a cute, hairless pussy that was tightly shut. Covering her tits and crotch with her slender arms, she spoke in a low voice.
"Please, tame me and break me as you wish, according to your will. In exchange, spare Christia..."
"Saintess!!"
Christia screamed in despair.
And, at the same time, a heart-shaped crest began to glow on Violet's lower abdomen.
"...What kind of bullshit trick is this?"
Indeed.
I nodded in agreement with Big Sis Urga's dumbfounded remark.