The Shameful Depths of Degradation
Things after that weren't easy. They were utterly humiliating.
Descart von Rugria had figured it out—my trash-talking about Karn only made him hornier.
-Schlop, schlop, slop
-Squelch, squelch…!
"Aahn!♡ K-Karn's… a bug, a commoner pleb…!!♡ Go back to your country bumpkin estate♡… and farm or something!!……"
While my upper hole spewed insults at Karn, my lower hole got roughly finger-fucked like trash. And yet, for some reason, it felt amazing.
It felt like I was being dyed by Descart. He methodically eroded my self-esteem, crushed my confidence, and manipulated my psyche. My pussy, now stretched from his massive cock's construction work, gaped slightly open. I shoved three fingers deep inside and churned roughly. The guilt only made my body burn hotter.
Staring down at my own pussy, I said the things I thought he'd like. Desperately racking my brain for lines that would please him.
"A slutty pussy that smiles so freely at lowly commoners…! A disgrace to nobility like this worthless cunt deserves to break…!"
"Pfft! …Exactly, Rozalia. Trash like you nobles is why lowly bloodlines can't grasp their place."
He smirked mockingly.
-Squirt, squelch, squelch…! Stupid slutty pussy♥. A watery cunt that gets soaked just seeing Karn's face. I'll discipline you. If you're a lady, act like one—stop getting horny over a commoner's mug…!
Oh crap. Did I just call Karn a commoner in my head…? After just one night? A flicker of fear hit me. But my aroused body wouldn't stop—my fingers vulgarly kept plunging into my pussy.
The psycho from the original story had trained me with meticulous care. Like a horny monkey discovering masturbation for the first time. I was utterly lost in the churning.
-Splash, splash
-Squelch, squelch, squelch…
"No, stop. Don't cum yet."
"Hioht?!…Haa…Ohhek♥ Ohho♥… Oh ohooo…?♥"
I tried to block my thrusting fingers, but my pussy spasmed wildly. My face completely crumbled at the peak of pleasure. My fingers twitched, dying to tease my swollen clit and plunge back in. I trembled like a drug addict in withdrawal.
"Haa ohok…! Ho ohhek♥ Ahe…Ohe♥ Pwease…Your Highness… ohok♥ My pussy's shaking so much♥"
Please let me cum. I wanna cum. I wanna cum. You demonic bastard! I defied his order, but my hands kept slipping toward my pussy slit.
It was like my pleasure center was begging madly for release. If you're gonna stop right before I cum, why make me jerk off this useless pussy? My pussy jolted and convulsed hard. My vision flashed. My legs shook. My brain broke. Pussy juice squirted out with a splat, splat.
I went blank.
In a trance, I stared only at my pussy hole. Like a monkey desperate to press a button. Treating His Highness Descart as my master, waiting only for his command. Even shame forgotten.
"O, oh ho!?…Ho, oht!?…… Oh ho!?…♥O!? Oh ho nghook♥……??"
The moment I couldn't hold back and reached for it again—Descart came right up to my face. In his hand, a small hand mirror reflecting my own visage.
"……."
The woman in the mirror… Her lips were grotesquely puckered in an O. Her beautiful rapeseed-yellow eyes crossed inward. Nose dripping slightly as she writhed in ecstasy. Eyebrows twisted, philtrum drooping—a sex-crazed, brain-dead bitch. A horny female monkey with an ugly face.
That was me.
No matter how pretty the face, at this point, beauty meant nothing.
"Is this a face a lady should make? Utterly hideous."
"Ot…Hoo o?! Ot..hoe♥……"
"That's why I accept an ugly girl like you, Rozalia. Even your ugly face is cute. Quite lovable."
Descart said it kindly. His handsome face smiled tenderly as it brushed my cheek. My psychological barriers crumbled.
A big, thick man's hand. Pale skin. Like a fairy-tale prince, his delicate touch grazed my slick pussy mound. His fingers softly stroked my juice-soaked labia.
"Hoooe?!! S-Suddenly so niceee……♡"
Love juice gushed from my hole.
His hand acted as a conduit. Gently caressing every texture and sensation of my heaving pussy flesh, imprinting it meticulously in his mind. My body heat, my emotions, my precious parts—all transmitted through his hand into his head.
His face was too handsome. His voice too sweet. Tapping my pussy soothingly, comforting it. To that lewd training, I squirted like a female monkey.
"Nghoooo♡……!?!?"
-Squeeee-!
-Slap!
Finally, he smacked my twitching pussy lips with his palm. Praising me as a female who could at least hold her bladder♡.
"Hkkuht!?…♡ Huaa…!♡"
A clear fountain mixed with urine. The floor was soaked. My heart pounded. The dominator who'd treated me like trash moments ago now felt so warm. That extreme temperature shift melted the last threads of my reason.
"Haa… Truly beautiful, Rozalia. I never thought you'd make me lose my mind and get this excited. This face alone is more than enough to sit you on my empress throne……"
Then he caressed my pussy some more.
To a nobody like me. Giving me caresses that felt like love. The cool, noble Third Prince. Even when it gained him nothing.
I was insane then. Out of my mind. Ever since the monkey masturbation. Like a gaslit woman, my self-esteem had hit rock bottom.
How many hours passed after that? I had my legs wrapped tightly around Descart's waist.
-Thud! Thud! Squiiiish!
"Aahn!♡ Y-Your Highneeess, Descart Highneeess…♡ Can't be without youuu…♡"
"Squeeze harder. Like the cum-dump monkey bitch you are."
I nodded along to all his insults and abuse, grinning vacantly. He treated me like an onahole and emotional trash bin. And it felt so good. I vulgarly shook my hips, taking load after load of cum.
Just as my emotions wore thin. Descart's violently suppressive attitude flipped completely. Like a fairy-tale prince on a white horse, an endlessly tender, sweet smile. He gently cupped my cheeks, leaned down, and claimed my lips.
"Mmmph… Slurp, smooch…."
"Hng… Chu… Y-Your, Highneeess…♡"
A gentle kiss. But his lower half moved the opposite—his massive condom-clad cock, filling my walls completely, mercilessly slammed toward my cervix.
"Squiiiish-!"
"Ahiii-!? Oook, ungh…!♡"
"So cute, Rozalia."
Descart whispered lowly as he pulled from my lips. Treating me like a monkey bitch moments ago, now hugging me with this tender voice. The maddening cognitive dissonance made my pussy clench wildly on its own.
I wrapped my legs tight around Descart's waist as he lay on the bed. Laced my fingers behind his neck, hugging him, and shook my hips vulgarly like a horny monkey.
"Aahn…!♡ Highneeess, Descart Highneeess…♡ Love youuu…♡ High, so gooood…♡"
"Kgh…! A famed pussy fit for my chief empress. Shake those hips more."
"Yess! Yess! Your chief emwress!♡ Cumming, gonna cum! Squiiiish… Aahn!♡"
I lost count of orgasms. All day, he used my pussy as his cum dump.
Brutal pistoning that threatened to rip the rubber. This time, riding atop him, I shook my jiggling tits and came endlessly. With slack, drooling lips, I poured out vulgar love confessions—half acting, half real.
"Haaang!♡ Ah, oooook…!!♡ Highneeess, your coooock…!"
"Haa, Rozalia. You're truly the best—"
Knock knock.
A small knock echoed from the door. Descart froze.
"Your Highness. Saintess Iris is sitting alone on the central park bench right now."
"……."
Silence. The lust in Descart's blue eyes cooled coldly. The prince who'd tenderly wiped my sweat was gone without a trace. Without hesitation, he pulled out.
-Pop.
"Ah…?"
"Y-Your High…?"
He didn't answer. He yanked on his pants and buttoned his shirt. Not a hint of disarray. One mention of the saintess, and I was erased.
As he headed for the door, he paused. Then turned sharply and strode back to the bed.
Gah!
"Augh!"
His big hand roughly grabbed my hair. My head yanked back. I looked up at him with terrified eyes.
"Know your place, you bitch."
Splat. Something wet and fishy slapped my cheek.
"……."
Descart released my hair and left the room. What slid down my nose bridge—what had wrapped his cock until moments ago—a heavy, cum-filled condom. The musky male scent assaulted my nose.
"Clean up and get out. Don't be a hassle."
"……."
Creeak. Slam. The door shut. Silence filled the room.
I lay sprawled naked on the floor. Legs splayed frog-like, obscenely. The cold floor chilled my chest.
We'd been tangled flesh-to-flesh moments ago. I'd whispered love while doing every filthy thing like a rag. But one saintess mention, and I was discarded like trash…
Cloudy semen mixed with clear juices welled from my hole. The sensations lingered. My pussy twitched and spasmed. The afterglow of climax hit late, making my whole body shudder.
"Huu… Haaat, this…… so pathetic♡"
"Nghot♥ Ahik!?… Hii……"
-Splaaaash.
Yellow urine shot from between my legs. My urethral sphincter gave out. Piss and pussy juice soaked the carpet. Squirting, I peeled the condom off my face.
A used tissue scrap. Scattered condoms and cum stains everywhere. So pathetic. My lower belly burned eerily hot. Like a masochist or sadist, I was aroused by this horrific treatment.
'Karn… sorry.'
I apologized softly in my mind. Gave strength to my trembling legs and barely stood. Tapped the top of the hidden recording crystal by the bed. The green blinking light went out.
I looked down at myself. Tits, navel—covered in his fluids. My dress on the floor had long become a cum rag. My face burned. An ugly, wretched sight. Not my usual lovable Rozalia, but me—tongue out, begging love from a strange man—all captured in that crystal.
'Can I really show this to Karn…?'
Too embarrassing. Falling apart like this after one night with Descart. Memories flashed of falling for his huge cock and princely looks—heart fluttering, pussy wetting. Recalling my pathetic self as a side dish, my pussy twitched again, leaking more juice.
I picked up the rag-like dress from the floor and draped it over me. Now, to Karn. He's waiting. Gotta give him this killer netorase report quick.
'Karn. I think I've become the lowest masochist.'