Sex Slave (5)

After being violated while my buttocks ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were being struck, I simply surrendered my body to the pleasure.

My feverishly heated flesh couldn't be cooled by my will alone.

When all the men had taken their turns, they played with me in a disorderly manner.

One shoved his member into my vagina, another into my throat.

While handling two men above and below, I continued to receive punches to my abdomen.

Simultaneously, my breasts were squeezed and my nipples twisted.

They forcibly took my hands away to make me rub and shake their things.

When the executives were satisfied and withdrew, other subordinates below them coveted me.

Covered in saliva, semen, and dust, my entire body couldn't help but be defiled.

Just as I was endlessly being taken again and again,

I eventually became utterly exhausted and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lost consciousness.

No matter how much I endured, the merciless violence of multiple men must have been too much to handle.

"Ugh..."

As soon as I woke, a moan escaped and pain surged over me.

When I barely managed to sit up, my joints screamed in protest.

Every part of my body ached as if I'd been hit by a car.

My skin was covered with marks from being bitten, sucked, and beaten.

For some reason, all the filth like semen had been washed away.

"...Are you awake?"

I turned my head at the sudden voice.

A young naked woman was sitting beside me.

She had a gaunt frame and modest breasts. Bruise marks covered her body, and a dark shadow hung over her face.

Her voice was thin and weak, as if it might break at any moment.

I could guess without being told.

A woman in a similar situation to me.

I didn't know there would be another victim besides me, but judging by her calm demeanor, she seemed to have been captured much earlier than I was.

"You must be very tired. You can rest assured now. The bandits are all asleep."

"...Bandits?"

"Huh? Yes."

Bandits. Was this group really just a simple band of bandits?

But the leader's combat prowess was extraordinary. The method of controlling the kobolds was also questionable.

"...Shall we at least introduce ourselves? My name is Rene."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jenna."

She probably knew more than I did.

To turn the tables, it would be good to gather information first.

"Jenna. This might be a sudden question, but do you know anything about these bandits' leader? The man they call Hyungnim."

At my abrupt question, Jenna tilted her head.

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blinked as if thinking for a moment, then eventually shared what she knew with me.

"Ah, yes. I know a little. I heard he was a knight's squire but committed a crime and fled. He complained once that he couldn't even go near cities because there's a bounty on him."

It seemed the story about him being a former squire wasn't false.

To fall from being a knight's squire to a mere wanted bandit.

It was like being on the path to success only to be thrown into the abyss.

"Do you know what crime he committed?"

"That, they say he violated several noblewomen."

The victims were nobles, and multiple at that.

It was a miracle he escaped alive.

He must have been at the level of an aura expert to manage that.

His nature was vicious, but his skills were indeed outstanding.

"The bandits were controlling kobolds. Do you know anything about that?"

"No. I don't really know about that either..."

Jenna trailed off.

As a captive, it was natural she wouldn't know about such things.

She snapped me out of my brief contemplation.

"Um, this isn't the time for this."

"What do you mean?"

"Please come this way."

I obediently got up from my spot at her request.

The surroundings were cluttered with empty wooden boxes and various trash.

It seemed they had confined us in an unused storage room rather than the underground prison from before.

"Here."

Jenna stopped before a wall and pushed aside miscellaneous items.

A crack large enough for a person to barely squeeze through appeared.

No way.

"A secret passage?"

"Yes. It's a hole connected to the outside. You should be able to escape without being caught now."

I never imagined something like this was hidden here.

After being surprised by the secret passage, I suddenly felt something was off.

Jenna's words sounded strange.

It sounded as if she meant she had to stay here.

"What about you, Jenna? Can't you come out with me?"

At my question, Jenna slowly shook her head.

Her face was bitter and sorrowful. Like someone who had helplessly resigned themselves to life's absurdities.

"There's a large cluster of poisonous mushrooms spread throughout the passage. I'm not sure, but I think they're highly toxic. Just getting near them makes my whole body tingle."

"...I see you've tried to escape before."

"Yes, that's right. You're a skilled mercenary, Rene-nim? I overheard the bandits. You might have some chance of making it through the passage. But not me."

A cluster of poisonous mushrooms blocking the narrow passage.

Certainly, I would have no problem.

Even if toxic spores penetrated my airways and skin, I could just erase them with recovery. I could just charge through and break through.

But Jenna was an ordinary woman.

For her, this hole was no different than a path to death.

Given the nature of a fungal colony, it would have been difficult to remove easily.

Even if she accompanied me, ensuring her safety would be challenging.

Unless we had some equipment, but she and I were naked with nothing.

"Come on, you should go. It's almost time for the bandits to wake up."

Despite Jenna's urging, I didn't move.

I stared blankly at the escape route before turning to her.

"If I escape now, Jenna, you'll die."

If I disappeared like this, the bandits would be furious and investigate the circumstances.

The secret passage would be discovered soon enough, and their misplaced anger would fall entirely on Jenna.

I could tell from her emaciated body, bones nearly visible, and the blue and purple bruises.

She had already been abused countless times.

If retaliation for my escape was added to that, she would undoubtedly meet a horrific end.

"...Yes. I know. But those who can live should live. It will be too late if we delay any longer. I'll be fine, so please go."

Jenna spoke with a faint smile, as if trying to reassure me.

But to me, that smile seemed too blurry and fragile.

"R-Rene-nim?"

Without a word, I hugged Jenna.

Even after experiencing sewer-like malice and harsh pain, she remained good.

She was kind to others to the point of enduring death itself.

Rubyia. I saw Rubyia in her.

That personality that shone warmly without losing its light even in the worst situations.

I fell for that beauty and first learned what love was.

"Jenna. I'm not going to escape."

I couldn't sacrifice her.

Moreover, I had to avenge my subjugation force comrades.

If I couldn't even overcome a mere band of bandits, my long-cherished desire for revenge for Rubyia would also be impossible.

"There must be a way for both of us to survive. I can't tell you clearly yet, but please wait just a few days."

"...Okay."

Jenna looked puzzled but didn't question me further.

We carefully concealed the passage again and returned to our original spot.

Fortunately, the rope that had bound my arms was completely removed.

During the group violation yesterday, the bandits had untied me because it was bothersome.

"Did you clean my body, Jenna?"

"Yes. I was quite shocked at first. You had been treated so terribly..."

I must have looked awful.

But for me, it was bearable.

It wasn't the first time I'd been treated badly enough to lose consciousness.

All the experiences I had in the slums had harshly tempered my spirit.

The moment I was about to talk more with Jenna, footsteps were heard.

Someone was approaching from beyond the locked door.

Soon, the sound of a lock opening accompanied the door swinging open.

"Morning. Both of you, come out."

Jenna stood up as if accustomed and headed outside.

I followed her out of the storage room.

It seemed they confined us here during the night and dawn.

"Hey, brown hair. Go do the laundry first. Black hair, you come with me."

Jenna hesitated with an anxious face.

I could feel her worried gaze.

She had seen my pitifully defiled state last night, so that made sense.

I made eye contact with Jenna and gave a small nod.

Gratifying these men's sinister and base desires was familiar to me.

I would become quite broken in the process, but I could endure it.

I just had to endure for a few days.

The Authority of Pain. Once I grasped that, a clue would surely appear.

This wasn't an optimistic hope or baseless premonition.

Since waking, I had felt something nagging from the depths of my soul.

A whisper to inflict terrible pain upon those who dared block an Apostle's path.

It didn't seem like mere auditory hallucination.

I didn't know what the designation 'Apostle' meant, but it sounded like a demonic revelation.

The seven demons of the Seven Deadly Sins. The ones who resurrected me, who had already died once, into this world.

There must be some reason they reincarnated me.

That meant the demons were, for now, on my side.

It was questionable why they were making contact only now, but for now, believing and following their revelation was best.

To break this situation, I needed to collect points and first unlock the Authority.

"Get in."

The place I arrived at following the man was the room where the bandit leader was.

The giant man lay sprawled on the bed like a lazy lion.

The bastard looked at me, pulled up the corner of his mouth, and revealed rotten teeth.

"Oh, you came? Good. My men said they had some fun yesterday. Have you thought about becoming my woman now?"

I answered with silence.

Even if I died and came back to life, that would never happen.

As I remained still, the bastard snorted contemptuously.

"Huh! As proud as you look. Playing hard to get will only make it harder for you. Come here."

This time, I obediently followed his words.

Resisting would only result in being forcibly taken anyway.

As I approached the bed, the bastard hugged my body and thrust his member forward.

The obscene sex began again.

Biting and sucking my armpit once, squeezing my breasts until they felt like bursting once, having my lips licked by his stinking mouth once.

After three total ejaculations, I could escape his grasp.

He had cum so much that semen gushed out and dripped stickily down my thighs.

"Whew. That felt good. I thought the brown-haired bitch would die if I fucked her too much, so I couldn't do as I pleased. But our Rene is so healthy, that's great, huh?"

"...I'm glad you're pleased."

I bowed my head and humored him.

Not answering would result in a slap.

Although I was in a position where I needed to earn pain points by being hit, this person was an exception.

His violence was too dangerous.

Frankly, if he failed to control his strength even slightly, even I would die helplessly.

It was best to avoid that ominous possibility as much as possible.

"Now go. As the boss, I should let my men have fun too. I'm curious how much longer you'll last? If it gets too hard, come and cling to me. This gentleman's embrace is always open. Heh heh."

With the bastard's final sarcasm, I was dragged away by the men.

The destination was the same underground prison as yesterday.

It seemed they hadn't cleaned it, as the stench of mustiness and stuffiness vibrated even more strongly.

"Hey, guys. Looking at this bitch's fierce eyes, it seems she still hasn't been educated properly?"

Bandits gathered around.

In the mountains with few entertainments, there was no toy as fun as me.

They unnecessarily picked on my gaze and started trouble.

"Not lowering your eyes? Fuck, you're just a honey-swallowing mute in front of Hyungnim. Do you think we're fucking pushovers?"

"She's a Silver Badge mercenary, isn't she? We've got a great aura user here."

What kind of torment were they trying to initiate now?

Whatever it was, I needed to steer it in a violent direction.

I arrogantly lifted my chin and looked down at the men surrounding me.

"Your skills are pathetic, and your faces are smashed. Inferior ugly men should shut their mouths. You just stink."

"Hey, hear that? Kuhaha! Look at her acting tough after getting fucked like that yesterday!"

At my venomous words, the men looked at each other and burst into laughter.

They pretended to laugh cheerfully, but their true feelings were obvious.

They were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all irritated and heated.

"Still got some venom in that mouth. We need to educate you today by beating you like a dog."

One bandit stepped forward, loosening his wrists.

A man with a shovel jaw and prominent cheekbones.

He was the one who had hit me the hardest among yesterday's executives.

"Let's start with the chest first."

The bastard who had approached closely slapped my breast with his open palm.

With a sharp, violent sound, the breast was crushed and shook left and right.

"These chewy, soft milk jugs are best when beaten. Who knows? Maybe they'll get bigger thanks to me?"

The bastard spouted nonsense and moved his hand again.

A palm striking downward.

The fleshy mass of my struck chest sloshed back and forth.

Apparently not satisfied with just one or two hits, the bastard continued relentlessly with his slaps.

Eventually, in less than three minutes, my entire chest turned red and throbbed with pain.

"Impressive not making a single moan. But what's this?"

The bastard's finger flicked my swollen nipple.

I frowned and tightly closed my mouth, wanting to deny the rising pleasure.

After consecutive beatings, my nipple had finally become fully erect.

It was impossible to suppress even if I tried.

This cursed body ignored my emotions and was only faithful to its own desires.

"Yesterday you squirted so much while being hit, and today your nipples are hard enough to stand up?"

The lewdly swollen pink areola and long, erect nipple.

It was a result created solely from breast abuse without any other sexual stimulation.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it evidence of excitement and expression of heat.

I averted my gaze from this humiliating situation and bit my lip.

"Ah, now that I see... you, perhaps...?"

The shovel-jawed man trailed off.

Soon, he looked at me with an ominous smile.

It was a reaction different from before, something I couldn't understand.

...Somehow, I had a bad feeling.