The Traitor's Fate (5)
Isabelle's nipples were the perfect size to pinch and play with. They perfectly satisfied Kang Geon's preference—too small, and there was no fun in toying with them. He flicked his index finger back and forth, teasing her swollen buds. The nipples, engorged to the point of bursting, shook violently up and down.
“Haaaaahk!”
Isabelle stuck out her tongue and squirted uncontrollably. It was as if her nipples had become a direct switch for orgasm.
“So your nipples are an erogenous zone.”
Kang Geon pinched the ripe fruits at the tips of her breasts between his thumb and forefinger.
“Hiiiiiiik!”
Isabelle trembled, thighs quivering as she stuck her tongue out even further.
“I’ll make sure you can’t live without cock.”
Mocking Isabelle for cumming so pathetically from mere touching, Kang Geon began a brutal piston motion. Her body welcomed his cock with open arms. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, her womb begging desperately for his cum. Her plump ass was crushed repeatedly against his powerful thighs.
After ejaculating deep inside her, Kang Geon shifted positions into missionary. Pounding down from above had a completely different flavor than the full nelson. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! His thick limbs pinned her down like iron bars. Isabelle had no choice but to spread her legs as wide as possible and accept the tyrant crushing her womb.
The tyrant, born to rule, sought to reduce this woman’s body to nothing but an instinct-driven idiot.
“Huk! Heuk! Hauk! Heuk!”
“All women are nothing but females. They were born to be dominated by men.”
Kang Geon whispered as he thrust. The body that had surrendered to pleasure nodded frantically. The overwhelming ecstasy that followed extreme pain completely paralyzed her reason.
“You’re just another bitch in heat. So it’s only natural that you become my slave.”
“Y-yes…! Yes…!”
“Then hand over your Status.”
“Status…”
[Slave List]
— Lee Yu-na
— Isabelle Vicander
Now he had two slaves he could play with however he wanted. And not just any pretty girls—these were women who could slap the cheeks of any celebrity and still look superior.
His intense desire for domination satisfied, Kang Geon’s hips shuddered as he came again.
“Good girl. From now on, I’ll show you heaven!”
Kang Geon slammed into Isabelle with renewed force. Though tall for a woman and quite heavy, she was still less than half the weight of the massive man who exceeded 150 kilograms. Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
As he vigorously stirred her pussy, Kang Geon felt a twinge of dissatisfaction. His cock was simply too large; driving it in deep required considerable force.
“Go in! Go in! Go in!”
Kang Geon thrust harder, and the Authority of Domination responded.
Cost: 10,000,000 Laria
Effect: The entrance to the womb, normally sealed to protect it, is permanently opened. The cervix becomes as sensitive as a clitoris.
Just reading the name gave him a clear idea of what would happen to Isabelle’s body. Kang Geon purchased it immediately, and her body began to change. The tightly sealed entrance meant to protect her womb opened wide. His child-sized glans slammed directly into her uterus. Rubbing against a cervix now as sensitive as a clit was an overwhelming stimulus.
“Huuuoooooh—!”
“Can you feel it lodged in your womb?”
“Huuuuuu…”
“Now your womb’s become a cumrag too.”
Kang Geon shook his hips. His massive cock scraped violently against her vaginal walls and uterus. Isabelle could feel every inch of that enormous glans buried inside her most sacred place. Violated even in the holiest part of a woman’s body, she trembled with humiliation. Pain, pleasure, and degradation swirled violently through her mind.
“S-stop…!”
Even as she was raped in this painful and shameful manner, her body kept trying to cum, dragging her even deeper into the abyss.
“Ughhhhhhhk…!”
Isabelle burst into tears as a violent orgasm tore through her.
Kang Geon spent three full hours devouring Isabelle before returning to Vicander. He stripped her completely naked, tied a rope around her neck, and dragged her along behind him. The bizarre sight drew the citizens of Vicander out to watch.
“Isn’t that Lady Isabelle?”
“Why is she like that…?”
The news quickly reached Paut.
“Lady Isabelle is being dragged here? Gather the soldiers immediately!”
Paut rushed out with his troops to rescue her. Isabelle was kneeling in the central plaza like a criminal. Positioned on a high platform, her heavy breasts were visible to everyone.
“What the hell is this!” Paut shouted.
The soldiers flinched when Kang Geon glared at them, but Paut stood tall. The power of love was strong, even if one-sided. Crane ignored him and loudly explained Isabelle’s act of betrayal to the citizens. While Kang Geon’s power made such theatrics unnecessary, it was essential for managing Crane’s reputation, and Kang Geon had agreed on the way here.
“It’s a lie! They’re the ones who betrayed her! They betrayed Lady Isabelle and spread these false rumors!”
Paut’s cries rang hollow. Crane’s reputation wasn’t low enough to require such dirty tricks to seize Lend, and with Kang Geon present—someone Isabelle’s entire army couldn’t possibly defeat—there was no reason to betray her.
Rowe and Turk arrived leading the mercenary corps. Crane, watching the two opposing armies with interest, spoke.
“Geon. Don’t you think that Paut guy is strange?”
“How so?”
“Now that even Isabelle has been captured, he has no chance of winning. If he wants to live, he should be on his knees begging for mercy. Yet he’s still standing there, occasionally shooting worried glances at Isabelle.”
“Now that you mention it, it is weird.”
“Right? Is it loyalty to his beautiful liege, or is it love?”
“Either way, you’re saying it’ll be fun to fuck Isabelle right in front of him?”
“Obviously.”
Kang Geon leaped and landed near Paut.
“W-what are you—!”
Before Paut could finish, Kang Geon smashed the head of the horse he was riding and grabbed Paut’s skull.
“Kneel!”
At Kang Geon’s single command, every soldier dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. There was no one here willing to throw away their life for money. Paut’s resistance was crushed in the blink of an eye. Kang Geon handed him over to the approaching Rowe and headed toward the castle that now belonged to him.
“Crane. What exactly can a ruler do?”
“A ruler can do anything, as long as they have the ability. You can destroy everything until not even a blade of grass remains, sell every citizen into slavery, or develop the land diligently to increase monthly revenue. Everything is according to your will.”
A cruel smile spread across Kang Geon’s lips now that he had become the master of Lend.
“I’ll think about what to do with this place later. For now, let’s enjoy these bitches.”
Kang Geon grabbed Isabelle’s hair and shook it as he spoke.
“What about that one?”
“We’ll turn her into a public toilet.”
“Sounds good. Let’s have some real fun at that bitch’s mansion tonight.”
Crane immediately led the mercenaries toward Isabelle’s mansion. With only her elderly retainers and maids left, hell itself unfolded.
“Aaaaahk!”
“P-please spare me!”
“Gurghk!”
The white-haired old men were brutally slaughtered, while
“Kyaaaah!”
“P-please spare us!”
“Don’t do this!”
“Sob sob sob sob!”
The maids, as long as they weren’t too old, were inevitably gang-raped by the mercenaries. The prettier ones were swarmed by so many men that their pussies tore and bled.
Having occupied the mansion, Crane summoned the best chef in Vicander and ordered him to prepare food. He also had the mercenaries bring in alcohol. Rowe and Turk personally scoured Vicander for beautiful women. They were remarkably fair—anyone’s daughter was irrelevant; if she was pretty, she was dragged back to the mansion.
Kang Geon picked two of them. There were surprisingly few beauties compared to Vicander’s population. He learned that the rebels had sold them off to fund their army. Upon hearing this, Kang Geon was the most disappointed of all.
The minimum requirements for a proper party—alcohol, meat, and women—were ready. The entertainment, however, Kang Geon created himself.
He forced Isabelle to lie face-down in the mansion courtyard, chained her wrists and ankles, and secured them to stakes driven into the ground. A bucket was placed on her head to serve as a toilet.
“This bitch is now a public toilet! Anyone who wants to piss, piss. Anyone who wants to fuck, fuck. Got it?”
“Master Geon is the best!”
“Thank you!”
“We’ll wreck her properly!”
The mercenaries cheered when Kang Geon shared Isabelle—the woman he had wanted to violate from the very first moment he saw her. Every one of them was well-fed and flushed, their faces glistening with grease.
“You should go first, Master Geon!”
At one mercenary’s suggestion, Kang Geon pissed into the bucket on Isabelle’s head.
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
A torrent of yellow liquid poured down like a waterfall, streaming through her beautiful hair. The sensation of warm piss running down her scalp was utterly horrifying—like countless insects crawling over her. She felt like nothing more than a piece of meat.
“Ughhhhhhhk…”
Isabelle’s sobbing was pure pleasure to Kang Geon.
“Traitor bitch! Serves you right!”
“Piss suits a toilet whore perfectly!”
“Let’s drop the Vicander name and just call her Toilet. Isabelle Toilet.”
“Kuhahahahat!”
The mercenaries jeered as they stared at Isabelle’s fully exposed pussy and asshole.
“I’m next!”
The second was Crane. He mercilessly fucked Isabelle from behind, came inside her, then pissed on her head. Next came Rowe and Turk. They each pumped a load into her front and back, then inserted a funnel into her ass and filled her with urine.
“Pass her around!”
“Thank you!”
“We’ll enjoy her well!”
The mercenaries thanked Kang Geon for sharing the beauty named Isabelle and began taking turns according to rank.
Kang Geon and Crane sat in the seats of honor, watching the toilet whore being humiliatingly violated. Beside them sat the beautiful women Rowe and Turk had captured.
“Pour it.”
“Y-yes!”
“I-I’ll pour!”
The woman on Kang Geon’s left was named Cylin, and the one on his right was Jessie. Cylin came from a wealthy family that had paid the rebels to remain in Vicander. Jessie was so poor she hadn’t even been able to wash herself, which was why the rebels hadn’t taken her. Rowe and Turk had spotted them with a keen eye that belied their crude speech.
The two extremely nervous women poured drinks at the same time, causing the cups to overflow.
Splash!
Kang Geon splashed the liquor onto Jessie and pinched Cylin’s nipple.