Elf Rides the Wooden Pony (2)
My heart pounded with the thrill of survival. After offering a silent prayer of thanks to the God of Light, I slowly scanned the area around the Elf to check if the items I'd prepared were performing their roles properly.
'Better safe than sorry.'
Pretending to admire the Elf's exposed pussy peeking from under her clothes, I visually inspected the wooden pony with my eyes. The sharp ridge of the triangle horse pressed against her crotch, but I'd covered it beforehand with a coat, so there was no risk of injury. On top of that, the rope binding her arms served as a second safety measure. Even if she complained of pain in her genitals from her own body weight crushing down, she could pull on the rope to lift herself up and escape the agony immediately.
But the rope wasn't just a simple safety device. By forcing her arms up, it restricted her movements and left her chest thrust out toward me, perfectly fulfilling its role in the humiliation as well. A classic case of killing two birds with one stone—ensuring both safety and utility. A stroke of genius, if I do say so myself.
'Plus, there's Marhan.'
Since this was my first time using a torture device, there was a chance I'd make a mistake. To guard against that, Marhan was there in the role of observer. With his upright integrity and iron will, Marhan would stop me if I crossed the line, so I felt no burden in humiliating the Elf. And this was beneficial for her too. Showing a humiliating scene to a stranger was a textbook element of degradation, wasn't it?
This was perfect. Even I had to admit it was a flawless scenario.
'It'd be weirder if the Elf wasn't satisfied.'
An archaic torture tool like the wooden pony, multiple safety devices doubling as humiliation tools, and Marhan serving as both safety overseer and an element of shame. Simple on the surface, but a dream degradation service combining three distinct techniques.
Regaining my confidence, I looked at the Elf with contempt.
"Looks like you wanted this all along. Seducing me with that cheap dog pussy on display."
"N-no, that's not it. I'm not some pervert who wants th-this..."
Her strongly negative reaction suggested she was quite satisfied. Good. If I gradually ramped up the humiliation, I could fulfill her desires...
"It'd be better if you just pinned me down like before and fucked me senseless... Hic, serving you would be preferable to ending up like this."
...What the hell was that?
When had I ever done something like that?
"Or that time you made me eat nothing but your cum all day. That wasn't this humiliating..."
You crazy bitch! When did I ever order something like that?!
"Regent, Your Excellency."
Marhan's gaze of disgust landed on me. I couldn't muster the courage to meet his eyes, so I kept staring at the Elf and replied curtly.
"What is it?"
"I heard you were a devout follower of the God of Light."
"That's correct."
"Forgive my impertinence, but from what this slave says, it seems 'devoutness' has fled far from Your Excellency's faith. Doesn't the God of Light fundamentally preach abstinence?"
"...That's correct."
Unable to come up with any excuse, I nodded pathetically. Why was this damn Elf spreading such vicious rumors?
Letting out a groan, I pondered deeply and reached a conclusion.
'He's telling me to ignore Marhan and focus only on him.'
Worried I'd hold back and go easy out of concern for Marhan's opinion, the Elf had stepped in to trash my reputation himself. That dog of a bitch.
Tears nearly welled up, but spilling salt on a finished dish would just make things worse. Ahem.
Clearing my throat, I clasped my hands behind my back and approached the Elf. I could see her wide eyes watching me in feigned fear—though they oddly seemed expectant. To meet her expectations, I twisted my lips into a wicked sneer.
"Humiliation, you say? A horny sow like you talking about feeling shame is laughable. It'd make more sense to say a bird can't fly or a fish can't swim."
"B-but birds and fish can't talk, Master..."
A moment of silence.
I heard Marhan cough to cover a chuckle. Was he deliberately trying to rile me up?
My eyebrow twitched as I sneered with a touch of genuine irritation.
"It's a metaphor. Your lowly brain can't grasp the play on words, huh? More importantly, since when did a bitch like you get to argue with me?"
"S-sorrryyy..."
"No need to apologize. I'm about to punish your ignorance right now."
I raised my hand and pointed at the wooden pony.
"I'll give you a chance. Shake your hips yourself from now on. Even a worthless slut like you can manage that much, right?"
"B-but—"
"Now."
I cut her off and glared. The Elf glanced at me nervously before reluctantly starting to rock her hips back and forth slowly.
"Hnn, ahh...!"
Each time, her pussy rubbed against the pony's ridge. Her previously tightly closed slit parted slightly to the sides, moving clumsily in a way that felt intensely erotic. Even for a pervert like the Elf, her real body was stunning, stirring a man's instincts.
But my attention was on the coat draped over the wooden pony, not her.
'That's expensive.'
Since I was heading to the count's castle to perform my regent duties, I'd brought my finest coat. An exorbitantly priced garment handmade by a famous artisan from the county, stitched with care to my measurements. And now it was being used as a cover for the Elf's sex toy.
The artisan's face, beaming with pride as he said crafting Viscount Theorad's coat was the honor of his life and to use it well, flashed in my mind. And now that coat was being conquered by the Elf's pussy.
'Sorry, Grandpa.'
Guilt made my eyes sting unnecessarily. Oblivious to my feelings, the Elf swayed her hips seductively, panting roughly.
"M-Masterrr... My p-pussy feels weird... Hnnngh...!"
Checking, she was right. Thin fluids were leaking from her pussy, soaking my coat. Even just watching, the sticky mucus looked viscous. It felt like it was seducing me, which was unsettling.
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them to refocus, then lifted my head.
"Getting off in a situation like this. You should've been born a whore in a brothel, not an Elf."
"Y-yes, that's righttt..."
"Hah. Right? You've forgotten your noble past as ruler of the Great Forest?"
"N-no, that's not...!"
The Elf responded sluggishly, mouth half-open. Proof she loved my degradation—it was time to deliver the finishing blow.
"Not right? You still don't grasp your place, huh? Fine, I'll make you understand properly right now."
I grabbed her clothes and tugged lightly to both sides, intending to heighten her shame by tearing them a bit.
Riiip—
But they tore far more than expected, fully exposing her taut, plump breasts.
What? What the hell is this made of?'
Could clothes rip this easily? I hadn't even pulled hard.
"Uh, um."
Flustered, I hastily pulled the fabric back up. Even a pervert like her probably didn't want to bare herself in front of a stranger (Marhan).
Then our eyes met, and I flinched. Her cold, chilling gaze was terrifying, as if asking, 'What the hell are you doing?'
I couldn't upset the Elf. Recalling the first rule of survival, I tore her clothes to both sides without hesitation.
She pretended to be startled, trembling dramatically.
"N-nooo...!"
So that was the right move. Wiping the cold sweat from my brow, I smirked.
"Clothes are too good for a slut like you. Don't you think?"
"That's too mean, Master..."
The Elf whined, shaking her upper body slightly. Her breasts jiggled lightly with the motion, pink nipples visibly erect. No matter how you looked at it, they were begging to be touched.
With no choice, I reached out and gripped one breast firmly.
"Hnnght!"
"The mean one is you, born with this lewd body."
Slowly kneading her breast, I checked her state... and unwittingly let out a gasp of admiration. A woman's breast for the first time was incredibly soft. Like clutching silk filled with water? No, softer and squishier.
Curious, I kneaded freely, and her moans turned to lewd cries.
"Haaah. If you knead like that... I-I can't hold back anymore...!"
Hold back what? Looking up, she had a dazed, screw-loose expression, tongue lolling out like a dog. Her rough breaths steamed against my face.
One curious thing: no bad breath at all. Even after eating garbage, it carried a fresh forest scent.
Still, I couldn't kiss her! I wouldn't let the Elf steal my first kiss, which even Esilly hadn't gotten.
"Filthy thing."
Tsk. Clicking my tongue, I stepped back from the Elf. I'd hoped this would satisfy her.
"Haa, ahh..."
But she let out a pained groan, far from satisfied. As her excitement faded, her expression cooled ominously.
Shit. I'd done plenty, but if she wouldn't let me stop, what now? How could I escape this room?
Racking my brain at full speed, inspiration struck, and I turned to Marhan.
"You there. Come over here."
"Me, Your Excellency?"
"Yes."
Marhan strode toward me, his face displeased—clearly unhappy with what I'd done to the Elf so far. That was exactly what I planned to exploit.
Using Marhan's upright nature, I might end the 'tormenting the Elf slave' act. If I stopped voluntarily, she'd get mad, but if Marhan said to stop, it wouldn't be my fault.
Pinning my hopes on him, I spoke with the most malicious expression I could muster.
"My slave still hasn't learned her lesson. Do you have any ideas for harsher humiliation?"
Confusion clouded Marhan's face. Understandably so—he was a knight of the Blue Flag Knights, formally trained, with protecting the weak as his life's creed.
So, Marhan! Don't yield to the tyranny before you! Even if she's the regent's slave, tormenting the weak like this is wrong—just say the word!
"Regent, Your Excellency."
Command or conviction? Resolving amid his turmoil, Marhan spoke earnestly.
"There are shackles with iron balls over there. Using those should work."
Thanks to him, I felt hell extend indefinitely.