Sex Slave (6)
Sex Slave (6)
The man with the lantern jaw withdrew his hand and took a step back from me.
A subtle sneer lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Anxious about his sudden change in demeanor, I spoke first.
"...Already tired? Pathetic stamina, just as expected from an inferior ugly bastard."
Yet the lantern-jawed man didn't react.
Instead, he only smiled more deeply, as if amused.
What was with that unpleasant and unsettling attitude?
I was about to chew out another insult to provoke him.
"You lowly things without even Aura. No matter how much you scum hit me, it doesn't even hur— Hyiit!"
I let out an unsightly sound before I could even finish my sentence.
It was because my two nipples had been grabbed and pulled so roughly that it wouldn't have been strange if they'd been torn off.
"Ughhk, Hguheuk...!"
My vision spun dizzily for a moment, overwhelmed by pleasure and ecstasy that even covered the pain.
Drool that had seeped out without me noticing was now tickling my chin.
My legs also lost strength and threatened to give way, but I barely managed to regain my composure.
I must not break down here.
I glared at the lantern-jawed man with a distorted face.
His fingers were still tenaciously holding onto my nipples.
An act closer to torture than abuse, let alone caressing.
My nipples, stretched to their limit, trembled precariously, pulled taut.
"Huh? For someone who says it doesn't hurt, you're making quite a racket?"
I gritted my teeth at his teasing.
It was the first time they'd been pulled this harshly, so I'd reacted without thinking.
Perhaps emboldened by my silence, the man continued his chatter triumphantly.
"Yesterday I thought it was because you were being such a bitch. But seeing you today, I finally know what to call a woman like you."
Was he going to start calling me a rag, a bitch, or a sow again?
I held my breath and stared sharply at the man.
It was hard to breathe as every movement sent pain through my pulled nipples.
"A masochist. The kind of perverts who get excited from being hit. Is that a term that originated from the Jeguk? Anyway, it fits you perfectly, you masochist sow bitch."
"Wh-what nonsense...!"
I was flustered by his sudden baseless assumption and couldn't get my words out properly.
Just as I was about to retort something, he let go of the hand that was holding my nipple.
Immediately, the two nipples that had been sadistically stretched snapped back toward me.
"Haaueuk!"
I shuddered my shoulders from the stinging pain and let out a moan.
It hurt enough that tears nearly dripped down.
It was only because it was me that this was the end of it; an ordinary woman's chest would have been grotesquely stretched out.
Damn trash bastard.
Filled with anger, I tried to mutter an insult at the lantern-jawed man.
"...Shut your bullshit. Not only is your face smashed in, but now your brain's gone stupid too, Kyah, Kyaaaahng!"
The man's hand shot out unexpectedly and began randomly poking and digging inside my privates.
Instead of an insult, only a seductive moan was forced out by that violent and merciless violation.
"You've soaked this cunt hole so messily, and you say you're not a masochist bitch? Are you joking? I only hit you and didn't even touch here, so why the hell is there a flood? Huh? Speak up."
As soon as his hand pulled out, my waist trembled with pleasure.
I gasped sharply for air and tightly closed my eyes.
I didn't understand how the situation had come to this.
The lantern-jawed man was interrogating me while chasing me down like a hound after prey.
Masochist? It's just my body reacting to the stimulus and getting excited on its own.
It's all because of Lilith's Scent.
I don't have any abnormal sexual perversions like masochism.
Surely, I don't...
"From yesterday, you kept picking fights because you actually wanted to get beaten up, right? You can't fool my eyes, you insolent bitch."
My eyes widened instantly. Had he figured it out that far?
He was annoyingly perceptive.
How should I handle this troublesome situation?
I had no choice but to open my mouth.
"...What are you babbling about by yourself? You ugly bastard who was probably abandoned by your mother."
"Wow, you persistent bitch. You still won't admit it to the end."
It seemed insults weren't working at all anymore.
If I stubbornly retorted here, it would only deepen his suspicions.
I maintained silence while staring coldly at the lantern-jawed man.
The man, who had been staring right back at me, suddenly curled up the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, guys! From now on, let's treat this bitch gently and kindly instead of hitting her! I thought she liked being hit, but she says she doesn't!"
At his unexpected shout, I urgently looked around.
The bandit crowd that had been watching the spectacle between me and the man.
They were showing signs of agreement without a word.
Struck by the shock as if hit on the back of the head, I gaped blankly.
I should have realized it sooner.
The reason no complaints arose even when he played with me alone.
Among the dozen or so bandits gathered here, this lantern-jawed man was the only one in a leadership position.
"From today on, I'll fuck you very softly and gentlemanly. Ah, right. Since there are over twenty men under me, I should tell all of them too. Your chances of getting hit have really decreased now, right? You must be so happy?"
Cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck.
I thought he was just a stupid bandit with nothing in his head, but he was more skilled in psychology and intimidation than I'd expected.
I can't leave it like this.
Since the lantern-jawed man laid down the law like that, most of the bandits wouldn't hit me.
That would cause a fatal disruption to my future plans.
"...You're right."
I hung my head and expressed surrender miserably.
Even though I'd resolved myself, my voice kept dropping lower.
The lantern-jawed man, who heard my muttering, exaggeratedly leaned his ear toward me.
"What? Did you say something just now?"
"...I am a masochist."
It wasn't an aggressive tone anymore.
From my mouth, which had been full of belittlement and malicious talk, honorifics finally flowed out.
Even though I knew I had no choice, my face grew hot with humiliation.
"Is that all? There should be one more thing? Speak louder too!"
"Yes! I am a masochist sow!"
I shouted as if screaming.
I was truly disgusted by these filthy bandits' vile tastes.
At my reluctantly shouted declaration, the lantern-jawed man finally giggled and cracked up.
"Right. Isn't it so much better to admit it like this? Be honest with your desires. There are plenty of men who will accept you."
"...Then can you hit me again, please?"
I said cautiously, watching the lantern-jawed man's reaction.
Although he seemed satisfied with my submissive attitude, the requested slap didn't come flying.
"You don't really seem to want to be hit? A request should be made respectfully."
I could roughly guess the meaning of the 'respect' he was talking about.
He was probably demanding explicit vocabulary and blatantly revealing attitudes from me, just like last time.
Refusal was impossible anyway. I only had one option.
I had to endure being degraded.
After hesitating several times, I finally turned around and bent my waist.
Then, I stuck out my butt toward him and wiggled it vulgarly left and right.
"P-please spank masochist sow Rene's royal ass! I want to be spanked spanky-spanky by Master's hand! Please hit meee!"
"Puhahaha! Good, good! A very desirable attitude!"
Finally, a loud SMACK! sound rang out.
A stinging pain spread through my butt, and the flesh jiggled from the impact.
My stimulated anus also clenched tighter, shuddering as if in joy.
After that, the situation unfolded as I wanted.
The lantern-jawed man hit and violated me until he was satisfied, and after he left, other bandits swarmed over.
Thanks to the lantern-jawed man, the bandits were even fiercer than yesterday.
Violence without a shred of mercy in their hands.
That savage gang rape continued without rest until the moon rose.
It was only late at night that I could finally break free from them.
Dragging my body, sticky with semen, I washed myself in the cold water Jenna had prepared.
After finishing my bath, I was locked up in the warehouse again.
Sleeping time from night until morning.
It was the only time I could rest.
"You really went through a lot again today..."
Jenna, who had arrived first, greeted me.
Enduring my trembling legs, I approached her.
I needed to earn Pain points, so I couldn't use Recovery freely.
"You went through a lot. How were you today, Jenna? You weren't harassed, were you?"
"Nope..."
It seemed all the bandits' sexual desires and violence had been directed at me.
That was fortunate.
Jenna was in a state so emaciated and gaunt it was painful to look at.
With such a fragile body, even dealing with two or three men would be too much for her.
"You're suffering all alone... I'm so sorry."
"Don't say that. You're also struggling with the housework, Jenna. We're just dividing the responsibilities."
Jenna wasn't living comfortably either.
All sorts of chores like cleaning and laundry were her share.
I had just taken on one of the heavy duties—handling their sexual desires.
Before I arrived, she would have had to do all that housework while endlessly satisfying the bandits' desires.
It was remarkable that she had endured without collapsing all this time.
"Ah, here, have your meal. The bandits threw it in earlier."
Jenna handed me two dark, coarse bread rolls.
They were smaller than my palm.
Looking at them, I realized anew.
It was my second day since being captured by the bandits.
This was the first meal given to me.
"...It's small. Have you been receiving only things like this all along, Jenna?"
"Yes. One a day... It's hard, but if you moisten it with saliva, it becomes edible."
It was an absurd ration.
Was it control through hunger?
They probably intended to starve us so we couldn't properly recover our strength.
No wonder Jenna had become so skinny.
"I doubt they gave two to me. One of these is actually yours, right?"
I wasn't particularly sharp, but you'd have to be a complete fool not to realize this.
It seemed the foolishly kind Jenna had even given me her share of the bread.
"Please accept it. It's my fault for being useless, making you suffer alone..."
Handling the sexual desires of about thirty men was quite a heavy task.
Perhaps she felt indebted to me because of that.
My heart warmed at her kind nature.
However, separate from that emotion, my body didn't need meals at all.
"Thank you. But I'll just accept the sentiment. You eat it."
Nevertheless, Jenna shook her head side to side.
Was she determined to stubbornly resist?
Sorry, but I'm a stubborn woman too.
"If you don't take it, I won't eat either. Here, quickly. Does your arm hurt?"
Coincidentally, a gurgling sound came from Jenna's stomach at that moment.
It was a rather loud stomach rumble.
Eventually, her ears turned red and she had to accept the bread from me.
"I-I'll eat it well..."
I watched for a while as Jenna nibbled on the bread.
Is this what having a younger sister feels like?
I felt terribly sorry for her emaciated face.
She seemed to be just past twenty, still young.
To go through such hardship during her flower-like years.
It wouldn't be enough even if I tore all those bandit bastards to death.
"Jenna. If it's not rude, may I ask how you ended up here?"
I wanted to know more about her.
It might bring up sad memories, but as fellow sufferers, we might be able to comfort each other's pain.
"Ah, I'm from a small mountain village nearby. It was such a tiny hamlet that the only outsider who visited was the tax collector once a year. Life wasn't luxurious, but it was peaceful..."
Jenna's words cut off for a moment. I waited quietly for her.
Jenna, who had been looking down at the half-eaten bread, continued her story.
"The bandits suddenly stormed in. There was no time to resist. Dying, burning... When I came to my senses, I was the only one left. They must have spared me on purpose. I was the only young woman in the village."
A tragedy that arrived in an instant.
Jenna, who lost her hometown and family, must have been dragged here like that.
It was similar to what I experienced in the slums of Chevika.
She must have felt the same brutal pain as if her soul were being carved out.
I hugged Jenna warmly.
I hoped my warmth would provide some comfort to her.
After sharing body heat for a while, I slowly pulled away.
"...Um, Rene-nim. Would it be alright if I called you unnie?"
At her adorable request while looking up at me, I nodded without hesitation.
Jenna was so fragile she seemed to be living on borrowed time, her life precarious.
If she wanted to rely on me, I was willing to lend my shoulder gladly.
"As much as you want."
"Thank you. Unnie..."
Jenna, who hugged me again, rubbed her face against me.
Accepting her affection, I gently stroked her back.
I also secretly placed my share of bread into her hand.
Amidst each other's warm body heat, the night deepened like that.
* * *
Several more days passed after that.
Probably three or four days had gone by.
During that time, I was beaten and violated by the men without missing a single day.
I had to repeat that ridiculous masochist sow declaration several more times for the bandits' amusement.
These were days of being used as an outlet for their sadism and as a mere semen receptacle.
Jenna looked at me more sorrowfully as time passed, but I wasn't shaken at all.
On the contrary, right now, I felt unbearable joy.
Because the end of this ordeal was finally approaching.
- Pain (10,000pt)
The second sin of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pain.
It was time to unlock that power.