The Lonely Wife of the Village
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I aligned the head of my cock against Rachel's anus, which she was holding open herself, and squeezed out the gel I was holding.
Squeeeze... squelch, squelch.
After applying a generous amount to ensure no spot was missed, and confirming that both my cock and Rachel's anus were thoroughly coated, I finished preparing for insertion.
...Schlick, squelch.
Thanks to the gel, the head slid in smoothly without much resistance, but the insertion halted as Rachel's anus clamped down tightly, reacting to the foreign sensation. Even though I hadn't even gone halfway in, her reaction exceeded my expectations.
"Ah, hnngh...! It's really inside... ♡"
Anal sex was something she had never even imagined in her life. When I first told her to prepare for it, she had looked reluctant. But now that I had thoroughly loosened her up and started thrusting, the pleasure seemed to exceed her wildest dreams. She panted happily, her tongue lolling out.
Squelch... squelch...
Fearing she might pass out before getting used to it if I went too fast for her first time, I paced myself and thrust slowly. But it seemed I had underestimated her. Holding her own buttocks open, Rachel pleaded with me.
"Master, please... ravish me however you want. Make it so I can't think of anything but your cock... ♡"
Rachel had never felt this good in her entire life. It had only been two days, but it was more than enough for her to view this stranger as her true master. Whenever he touched her—whether it was her pussy or her breasts—she writhed in a pleasure so intense it felt like her brain was melting. No matter how many times she squirmed to escape his touch, the moment he gripped her, she became as obedient as a dog on a leash.
Before they first had sex, her only plan had been to sell her body to him, get some money, and somehow escape this village. But those thoughts were completely gone now. She only wanted him to ravish her so fiercely that she would forget everything else in this moment.
When he said he wanted to use her backside—a place even her husband had never touched—she had hesitated. But now that the preparations were complete and she had experienced his touch, she felt foolish for ever hesitating.
With her vision blocked, her other senses had to rely entirely on hearing and touch. The slightest rustle drew her attention, her entire being focused on what he might do next. And the moment his hands touched her, all her senses rushed to her pinched nipples or her penetrated pussy. The sensation was driving her absolutely mad with pleasure.
The moment his cock began to slide into her prepared anus, Rachel realized something: once she tasted this, she would never be able to escape this pleasure. She thought her past self, who had been busy making plans for the future, was incredibly foolish. She realized that after today, she would be reduced to nothing but a brainless slut who could think of nothing but being bred by him.
When she finally submitted and begged him to thrust, he praised her, calling her a good girl, and drove his hips forward. Just as she thought it was all the way in, his cock plunged even deeper, burying itself to the very root in her unsuspecting anus. The pleasure of being impaled so deeply that it felt like her organs were being pushed up to her brain made her drool, unable to do anything but stammer out her gratitude.
"Ah, hnngh... ♡ Thank you so much for filling my useless, cum-bucket ass with your cock, Master... ♡"
Then, her master whispered sweetly in her ear.
"Shall I take off the blindfold?"
"Yes, please... ♡ I want to see your huge cock stuffing my ass, ah, hnngh... ♡ I want to watch it so badly... ♡"
A soft rustling sound echoed near her ear as the knot was untied. The tight fabric pressing against her eyes loosened, and her vision gradually returned. Slowly opening her eyes, the candlelight illuminating the room came into focus, and she realized she was facing the window.
The curtains had already been torn down on the first day, ripped away as she clung to them during their intense doggystyle session. Through the wide-open window, the sky was preparing for dawn. She felt a pang of regret at how quickly time was passing. Then, she suddenly realized someone was watching them from below the window.
It was her... husband.
Her husband, who had limped away pathetically after taking money from her master, was staring up at them with his mouth hanging open like an idiot.
"Your husband is masturbating."
"Ah...! ♡"
Just as her master said, her husband was pathetically stroking himself. Even though his own wife was being sodomized by another man and crying out in ecstasy, instead of trying to save her, he was busy satisfying his own lust by watching the show. A deep sense of disgust welled up inside her at the sight of her pathetic husband.
"Shall we show him a closer look?"
Her kind master was even considerate enough to accommodate her pathetic husband. Showing him up close... She worried for a moment that the man might try to touch her without permission in front of her master, but seeing her master's confident demeanor, she knew that even if he did, her master would ruthlessly crush him.
"Yes, please... ♡ Please pump my ass right in front of my pathetic, masturbating husband... ♡"
Lifting her easily while his cock remained buried inside her, her master strode over to the window and sat her down on the windowsill. Outside, her husband stood with his mouth wide open, tears streaming down his face as he frantically stroked his pathetic penis. Unable to bear the disgusting sight, she tried to turn her head away, but her master scolded her and slammed his hips forward.
"Your husband is working so hard to stroke himself. You shouldn't be so cold to him."
Fingering her own pussy, she quickly apologized to her master.
"Ah, hah...! I'm sorry, Master... ♡ He was just so pathetic that I turned away without thinking, ah, hnngh... ♡"
Looking down, she saw the semen her ex-husband had splattered staining the wall of the house. The thought of him mindlessly spilling his seed without even planning to clean it up made her feel even more disgusted.
She pressed her legs as close to the wall as possible to make it easier for her master to hold her. Praising her for being a good girl, her master leaned in, pressing his lips to hers and sharing his saliva. Not wanting to waste a single drop, she clung to him and sucked on his lips.
"Mmph, chu... ♡ Slurp, ah... mmm... ♡ Gulp... Haa... ♡ Your spit is so sweet, Master... ♡"
When she stuck her tongue out, begging for more, her master smirked, gathered his saliva, and spat it directly onto her face.
"Thank you... ♡ Thank you so much... ♡"
"Rachel..."
The trash, not knowing his place, dared to interrupt while she was sharing a moment with her master. She was about to scream at him in anger, but her master firmly gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. She couldn't move at all... ♡
"It seems your husband has something to say. Don't you have something to say to him too, Rachel?"
A flurry of words she had prepared crossed her mind, but they suddenly felt foolish. All she had to do was speak from the heart about what she had felt during these past two days—the happiest days of her life. That was undoubtedly what her master wanted to hear.
"Ah... ♡ But... it's a bit embarrassing to say it in front of you, Master..."
Her cheeks were squeezed so tightly by his grip that her words came out slurred and childish, but her master didn't mind.
Squeeze...
Blood rushed to her face, and her squeezed cheeks throbbed with pain, but she could bear it. As she panted heavily, her master released his grip and told her to speak.
She swallowed hard. Though she hesitated for a moment, the sight of her ex-husband staring blankly while continuing to stroke his tiny penis pushed her to spit out the words one by one.
"I'm... sorry."
At her apology, her husband's tearful face brightened slightly.
"If I had known you were such a pathetic man, I would have rejected your proposal from the start. I'm truly sorry for giving you false hope... ♡"
"Ah, hnngh... ♡ Being filled by Master's magnificent cock and then looking at your tiny little thing... it's an eyesore... ♡"
"Hah, ah...! Haa... ♡ Watching your own wife get bred while you're lost in your own little world masturbating... you are utterly pathetic... ♡"
"Ah, oh...! ♡ I've sworn to be Master's personal slut-hole. As of today, we are divo—ah?! Hnngh, I'm trying to speak... ♡ Ah, anyway, we are divorced... ♡"
At her unilateral declaration, her ex-husband's face crumpled, and he began to weep pathetically. He was truly a sight to behold. As she stared down at him with utter contempt, her master licked her ear and whispered tenderly... ♡
"Well, since it's come to this, shouldn't we stamp the divorce papers right in front of your husband?"
With those words, her master smoothly pulled his cock out of her anus.
Pop.
Aiming his rock-hard, massive cock—which was standing erect against his abdomen—straight at her pussy, her master spoke to her ex-husband.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure to stamp your wife's womb thoroughly. Heheh."
"N-No... Rachel...!"
Pathetic to the very end. She couldn't help but snort in amusement.
"Master... ♡ Please, hurry and fill this pathetic slut-hole to the brim... ♡"
Right before her ex-husband's eyes, her master's cock tore into her pussy, plunging all the way to the root. The head of his cock slammed hard against her cervix, which had already dropped low, crushing her womb. The pleasure shot straight up her spine, causing her hips to lose all strength, and she ended up pissing herself... ♡
Splaaaaash...
The golden stream of urine arced through the air, splashing directly onto Henold's face and soaking his clothes. With a pathetic expression, he just stood there blankly, his mouth agape, taking the stream of piss.
Squelch, squelch, slurp, slurp... ♡
Sucking on her master's lips as he repeatedly stamped her womb with his cock, she climaxed over and over again. She couldn't hold back her moans, screaming out in ecstasy, but the surrounding area remained silent. Being in such a secluded house was a blessing for this very reason... ♡
"F-For you... I..."
Henold, looking like a drenched rat as he collapsed to the ground with his penis still exposed, muttered to himself and pulled several pouches from his coat. Through the slightly open drawstrings, silver coins glinted. It was a substantial amount, looking like several times the money he had received from her master. As she stared in surprise, her master congratulated her.
"It seems he prepared alimony for you, Rachel."
Henold blinked at the word "alimony" and reached his hand out, but it was already too late. Slipping out of her master's embrace, she snatched the pouches, handed them to her master, and offered Henold her thanks.
"Thank you. I'll put this money to good use... ♡"
"No...! No... My money... Give it back..."
"What are you talking about? This is the money you took on your own, isn't it? Besides, you have to pay my master separately from my alimony."
Her master looked at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about, which she found incredibly endearing. She snuggled into his chest and whispered in his ear.
"Before you met me, Master... he used me however he pleased, so he should pay a usage fee... ♡"
"Ha... haha! Ah, I see. You make a very good point, Rachel."
"No... No... No...!"
Henold, muttering the same words over and over like a madman, looked utterly pitiful. But she felt absolutely no sympathy for him. If she hadn't met her master, she would have been the one ending up like that. Thanks to her master, she had regained her purpose in life and found hope.
Squelch.
"Ah... ♡ Master, the sun is rising... ♡"
At her words, her master, who had been fingering her pussy, pulled his fingers out and offered them to her. She immediately took them into her mouth, licking them clean.
"Slurp... haa... ♡ Master's fingers... ♡"
"Then it's about time we leave. Do you have anything to pack?"
"No, there's absolutely nothing in this dump worth taking... ♡ Let's go quickly, Master... ♡"
Preparing to leave was simple. She bathed with her master, dressed, and packed a few changes of clothes along with some tools that might be useful in case they had to camp outdoors.
However, her master told her they wouldn't have to worry about sleeping outside, as he planned to join a merchant caravan heading to the city as an escort once they left the village. He was truly a meticulous man, unlike the pathetic Henold.
Even as she was held in her master's arms, her pussy repeatedly penetrated until she climaxed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him. Her master had mentioned that because he lived as a mercenary, he had no intention of settling down anywhere.
She had begged him several times while offering her pussy, asking if they could stay together, but each time he had called her a cheeky slut-hole and pounded her until she was on the verge of fainting.
A week had already passed since her master started working as an escort for the caravan. Because she was bred by her master in their private tent during every break, some of the pathetic males in the caravan began to covet her and bared their teeth at him. Of course, her master beat them all to a pulp and corrected their attitudes.
After merging with another merchant caravan coming from the opposite direction, they heard various rumors, including news about that remote village.
They said a secluded house had caught fire, and the flames had spread to the nearby forest and other houses, causing a massive disaster. Upon hearing this news, her master had visited her tent that night, stuffed her mouth to keep her quiet, and ravished her until dawn... ♡
While she was walking and chatting with her master, the mercenaries at the front of the caravan suddenly shouted. Looking ahead, she saw a massive city sprawling across the open plains.
Seeing the sight, she recalled the conversation she had shared with her master. He had told her that this city, located near the kingdom's capital, was a major hub of transportation where many mercenaries passed through.
He had kindly suggested that if she used her money to settle down in the center of the city, he would stop by and breed her whenever he passed through. Suppressing the wetness pooling in her pussy, she had promised her master she would do exactly that.
She had hoped he would hold her for at least one night before leaving, but her master spotted another merchant caravan heading toward his destination and immediately signed up as an escort. The rumor that Silver Rank mercenaries were welcomed anywhere was indeed true.
Her master told her to survive on her own. He promised that as long as she stayed alive in this city, he would find her and breed her again and again. Telling her to take care of herself, he gave her a light kiss and departed.
At first, she had simply submitted and let him hold her. After all, in a village where she was already branded as an easy woman, if she resorted to prostitution, there would be nothing left for her. But her master was different from what she had expected. He didn't just see her as an object; he saw her as a woman he wanted to breed. He wanted her, purely for who she was.
That was why, whenever she was held by him, her shattered pride began to heal. She could feel that she wasn't just a toy to be ordered around, but a human being living by her own will...
She would survive in this city, no matter what. Whether she ran a business, found a job, or cleaned floors...
If she didn't give up and lived by her own strength, her master would surely find her again.