Fall (2)
Things that had existed for me in my past life but were absent now. Things that hadn't existed then but were present for me now. When I looked around, there were so many. This life, so utterly opposed to the last, was anything but good.
Sensations from a body I'd never known screamed as if it might tear apart at any moment, and my vision went blindingly white. Between my legs, the forced intrusion ground with a sickening grating sound, my body shuddering uncontrollably. It hurt, it hurt. It hurt. It hurt. I felt like I was dying.
No matter the body, this hero's cock was monstrously huge from the start—enough to make any woman recoil. An absurd size, and forcing it into my tiny frame only amplified my agony. So sensitive, so fragile, yet every nerve seemed concentrated there, making me wail in torment.
"It h-hurts…! Stop…!"
I knew it was a woman's body, but why did it have to hurt this much? Why treat me so brutally? Tears streamed down my face, answers beyond reach. My voice, a tear-choked scream, only made the hero click his tongue in annoyance before slamming his fist into my lower belly.
"Shut up!"
The blow crushed into my gut like it might cave in, twisting my face in pain as I swallowed a groan. I knew screaming again would bring more beatings, so I just wept silently against the throbbing ache. It hurt, it was unbearable. Save me.
"S-save… me…"
I was dying. If it'd been like this, I should've just died fighting. Or chosen instant death outright. Trapped like this, unable even to kill myself, just raped and beaten—would this agony drag on even if it felt like death, my life barely clinging? I just wanted to die peacefully. But at the same time, I wanted to live fiercely. So from my lips spilled not pleas for death, but for life.
"P-please…! Stop…! It h-hurts! It hurts so much…! T-take it out…!"
The maddening sensations burned through my skull. Familiar pain I could've gritted through, but this was alien. Blood seemed to pour out. My body felt ripped apart. Who shoves in without foreplay like some lunatic? But the hero wasn't sane—his hate-filled eyes made that clear. And so his thrusts grew fiercer.
Some might chase pleasure and desire in this hole, but for me, it was pure agony, like my guts might burst. A chill dread hit: was this really rupturing my insides? The searing pain chilled my spine instead. The torment scraped my nerves raw without mercy. It hurt, stop, it was unbearable…!
Since waking in this body, not a day passed without cursing the world. Amid it all, the one who'd faithfully served me flashed in mind.
"K-Kudbeka…! Save me…!"
My only ally in this world—I begged desperately, hoping my voice reached him. But no Kudbeka's voice came—only the hero's palm cracking across my face.
"I said shut up! Stop making noise!"
"Guhk! Khk, ugh, ahk…! I'm d-dying. S-save me…!"
Too much pain. Dying. My guts twisting—I had no idea how to endure. My cheek stung numbly now, ears ringing, his voice faint. No end to this hell in sight. The dull slaps of flesh echoed relentlessly. How could a sound be so vile, so nauseating? Escape flickered in thought, but my limbs were powerless, despair sapping my will.
As I clutched my burning cheeks, groaning, the hero sneered.
"Kudbeka? That thing was a doll from the start—a golem made of mana…! The Demon King abandoned you…!"
"I… Demon King… guhk! Khkkk…"
The pain didn't fade, even slicked with fluids. For answering back, his thick hand clamped my throat. Blood rushed to my head.
"Kkh, kehk. Khk, glk."
Couldn't breathe. Mind fogging. Vision flickering. Trembling hands gripped his arm, but he didn't relent. Scratching with nails, pounding fists—he just smirked sadistically, lips curling in amusement. Kudbeka a mana golem? Why lie like that? If not my servant, what did it mean? Thought halted. Only the horror before me remained. Die. I'm really dying. But so pathetic. Worse than dying broke at a construction site without spending a dime. Demon King or not, disbelieved, dying raped in this underground cage—too wretched. Save me. I don't want to die. It hurts too much, unbearable. Does this world have anyone on my side? Past life or now, must I face trials alone?
Face contorted, injustice swelling, tears falling—the pace quickened. His throttling hand released as thrusts intensified.
"Puha…! Hahk, haa. N-no. No…!"
I knew it instantly: he'd cum inside soon. No. Don't want that. Desperate tears, begging. Already agony—pregnancy would break me. Inside, no— but this brute swung his fist. My body, briefly risen, twisted back to the floor. Crawling on cold stone to flee, but his grip yanked my waist, dragging me back. My insides swallowed his cock again—or rather, he rammed it in forcibly. The narrow passage torn open hurt enough; cervix pierced, white-hot pain made me foam and gurgle, slamming my torso down. Ass up, used like a ragdoll—humiliating, hateful. No pleasure. No good feeling. He just pounded selfishly, twisting my core in torment.
"Shut up—you're just a slave."
Thud—his hand crushed my head down. His strength and hard ground threatened to shatter my shoulders; I bit back pain, eyes squeezed shut. Thud, thud, thud, thud.
"Hngk, hik, hak."
Groans of agony, heart pounding dizzily. Skull crushed, hair matted wrong; lower body, toyed with, jerking toward failure.
"Here it comes."
"No, no, don't, no…!"
Final thrust split me; deep inside, it twitched. Then, surging, it spewed semen within.
"Kkuuuk. Uguuk, ahu."
He tossed me aside like trash, sighing heavily, revealing his massive spent cock. The eternal torment ended. Thought I'd die, but surviving was relief. Drained, I blankly clenched fists on the floor.
"Even filthy demon scum has its uses here."
His degrading words drew no response. More beatings terrified me. In my old body, I'd tough it out—but one hit here flickered my vision.
"All the nutrition went to these tits anyway."
"……"
Crazy bastard.
"What's that look?"
I dropped my gaze instantly. Weak body, weak mind. Didn't want this again.
"Clean it up."
"……What?"
"Suck it."
"W-what…!"
Pretending ignorance in defiance—hair yanked, dragged to his groin. Hoisted up, scalp ripping pain; I grimaced at the sight. Blood, fishy reek assaulted my nose. Lobelia's face-sized—terrifying. Lube or not, it tore me. Predictable.
"Teeth, and you die."
Gripping my hair, shoving my face to his cock—his cruel hobby. Eyes shut tight, but fluids, semen, bloody metallic stench smeared inescapably.
"Virgin, I get clumsy—but I'll dote on you instead of the Demon King now."
"Fuck off…! Why with my mouth…!"
Couldn't hold rage; fist swung, smack—hitting his cock. He gritted teeth, released—then kicked. Flying like a ball, back slammed wall, tumbling.
"Kkuuk."
"You… fucking bitch…! Think you'll survive if I tell the world you're the Demon King's closest? Don't you know how good it is to play nice…?!"
"…Hngk, heuk."
Clutching chest, gasping; before me, pain forgotten, just fury-threatening hero. Sticky fluids on face disgusted. Barely staving haze, I stared blankly, ragged breaths wheezing.
"Fuck…! Fuck! Fuck! Demon beasts useless…! Ngh, gotta head to the castle soon… you fucking bitch…! You damn mutt!"
Enraged approach: stomped breasts, kicked gut, stomped face—I could only groan in suffering.
"Kkuk, kkuuk, uk…!"
"Look back when I lose hero status—you'll plummet too. Drawn and quartered not enough—they'll gang-rape you."
Insane. Then bite tongue dead—but they'll torment even that.
Final kick to belly, then he left the cage. Clank, clink. Fuming gone, only I remained. Sweat-soaked body cleanest; face caked in stenchy fluids; crotch leaked mingled mess. Cooled fluids worse. Trembling hand touched; lips quivered, wiped face roughly, collapsed blankly. Staring at exit hall—feared hero's return, turned away. Beatings, rape—scary, painful. Unbearable death-like. But trapped here with him? Pipe dream. Nails bitten, shoulders twitching anxiously, plotting escape. Must flee hero—or die first.