The Saintess's Killer Mouth Toilet
After coming to this world, I finally understood what hell was like. I wanted to escape this hell. I didn't want to suffer any more...
So I wanted to die.
And the opportunity came.
I planned to get a shard of a blade from a soldier from the Theocracy and kill myself.
But... Irene appeared. She was a demon. She thoroughly crushed my hopes and shoved me even deeper into the abyss.
"Guh... guhheuk!"
The soldier from the Theocracy, hesitating over whether to toss me the tool for suicide. Hot blood burst from his throat and poured straight onto my face.
The metallic stench stabbed at my nose. The warmth of a human who had been alive just moments ago trickled down my skin.
Because of me... he died. Ah... because of me... because I made such an unreasonable request...
"A... nooooooo!!!"
I screamed in agony. It was the result of wretched reality and guilt all mixed together.
"This is why I said we should just kill all the Theocracy scum... His Highness the Crown Prince is too soft-hearted."
Irene indifferently wiped the bloodied blade on the soldier's clothes. There wasn't a hint of agitation in her voice. If anything, it was just the annoyance of someone who had squashed a bug.
"I need to beg His Majesty once more that bugs should be treated like bugs."
Irene clicked her tongue. She roughly kicked the fallen soldier's corpse away with her heel.
The splashing of blood echoed through the underground warehouse.
"Saintess, unfortunately, there are no more fools who pity you."
Irene approached me. The smell of blood mixed with her pungent perfume made me want to vomit.
She grabbed my chin and forced my head up.
A cruel smile curved her lips as she savored the terror pooling in my eyes.
"From now on, only soldiers I personally select will attend to you. They'll take good care of you so your body doesn't rust before the brothel opens. Look forward to it."
Irene left those words behind and sauntered out of the underground warehouse.
The clang of the iron door shutting.
Left alone in the darkness with the corpse, as the blood on my face cooled, so did my hopes.
* * *
The new attendant was an Imperial soldier. Just as Irene said, he was very diligent. He put all his effort into tormenting me.
He always carried a leather whip in his hand. If I so much as hesitated, he'd swing it.
"Feeding time. Get down."
The one meal a day. The horrific torture of prostrating on the floor and dissolving rock-hard bread in soup to eat it.
"Eat it faster, bitch?!"
Crack!
Mad pain crashed over my ass.
"Ha... haaahhheuk!! Hauk!!"
My already weakened female body, starved for days, couldn't withstand the whip. My whole body twisted, and I collapsed to the floor.
"Haaah! Please!! It hurts so much!!"
A scream tore from the ripping pain.
"Shut the fuck up!!"
Crack!!
"Hukiiiiiik!!"
A bright red welt branded itself onto my exposed flesh.
"Get up and eat, now?!"
Crack!!
"Kyaaaah!! I... I'll eat! I'll eat!"
Getting beaten to death was harder than I thought. The pain was beyond imagination.
In the end, I surrendered to the agony and scrambled up. I shoved my face into the soup bowl.
"Huuup... huuk... slurp.... slurp."
"Just like livestock—you only listen when you're whipped."
I lapped up the soup mixed with my tears, erasing my humanity bit by bit.
* * *
More horrific than the physical pain was something else. The most humiliating moment for a human, the most vulnerable instant. It was time to defecate.
"I... I need to use the bathroom..."
Every time I needed the toilet, I had to call the soldier. But I didn't want to. Because he watched my most shameful parts.
I couldn't just shit here either. This was where I had to prostrate to eat.
"Not a saintess, just a shit-making machine."
The new soldier grumbled irritably as he brought in a wooden chamber pot. He pried me off the wall, cuffed my hands, and sat me on the pot.
"Hurry up and shit. Don't waste my time."
The new soldier didn't leave either. He stood right in front of me, staring openly as I did my business.
Shame twisted my lower belly. What was about to come out retracted entirely.
"Why aren't you shitting? Need my help?"
The new soldier prodded my pussy with the tip of the whip.
I screamed and forced myself to push.
Splatter.
The filthy sound hitting the bottom of the pot echoed through the warehouse. The soldier narrowed his eyes, savoring it.
His twisted lust gleamed in that gaze.
"Ahh... aaaaah......"
Tears streamed down as I bowed my head. A premonition of something worse filled my mind.
"Ah, fuck, I gotta piss too."
The soldier started undoing his pants.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"What else? Pissing like you."
The soldier grinned sleazily as he pulled out his cock. It was small. ...Fuck, why the hell am I evaluating its size, you crazy bitch?
What mattered was hygiene. Uncircumcised and hideous, with yellow smegma caked under the foreskin because he never cleaned it properly.
"Urk!!"
I barely kept the rising soup and bread from coming up. The coarse bread scraped my throat raw.
"Open your mouth."
"Wh-what are you...?"
"What else? I'm gonna piss. Can't you see?"
The soldier grabbed my hair and yanked. Sitting on the pot mid-shit, my head was forced back.
"Kyaaak!"
"Open up."
"Eup! Uuuep!"
I shook my head frantically. But the soldier's strength overwhelmed me. My frail woman's body couldn't even resist.
"Open!"
He mauled my lips roughly and shoved his thing in.
"Guhk! Uk!"
The foreign object plunged deep into my mouth. The foul stench and fishy taste numbed my tongue.
There I was, perched on the chamber pot, mouth stuffed with the soldier's filthy cock.
Miserable. Could it get any more miserable?
Once, I was the saintess blessing tens of thousands of subjects. A noble being said to convey the voice of God. And now, in this underground dump, I was being defiled as the soldier's toilet.
I don't know who sent me here, but I'll curse them. I'll kill them.
Whoever it is, man or woman... when I meet them, they won't get away!!
Jingle. Jingle.
Every time my body thrashed, the bells on my nipples rang. That clear sound echoing in the underground darkness was utterly revolting.
"Ooh, Saintess, your mouth's nice and warm. Good, good!"
The soldier stirred inside my mouth, breathing heavily in satisfaction.
"Uuup!! Wub!!"
Jingle! Jingle!
The sounds of him thrusting into my mouth. The cheerful bell tolls.
All those noises blended together, driving me insane. The tears wouldn't stop.
I was no longer human. Just a hole-ridden slab of meat. A filthy toilet to sate the soldiers' lusts.
"Here it comes! Drink it all! If you spill on my pants, I'll beat you half to death!"
"Uuh?! Uuuu wuuub!!"
Whoosh. Hot liquid started pouring from his cock.
The piss reeking of ammonia assaulted my tongue with its horrific taste before sliding down my throat.
"Gulp... glurk! Gulp! Gulp!"
Miserable as it was, I desperately swallowed the piss. I had no choice. Whip wounds lingered for a long time. The pain was indescribable.
Not wanting to be beaten, I forced every drop of the soldier's piss down my throat.
"Haa... refreshing!"
The soldier pulled his cock from my mouth, satisfied.
"Kahak! Khek!! Hauk! Hek!!"
I collapsed beside the pot, gasping raggedly. Every breath filled my nose with the sticky piss stench.
This reality was too wretched.
"Saintess's mouth toilet is the best. Looking forward to next time."
Clank!
The soldier securely chained me back to the wall, grabbed the pot, and left leisurely.
Darkness returned.
"Hauk... haaaahhheuk!!!"
I prostrated on the cold stone floor and sobbed.
It's unfair. Why me? What sin did I commit to deserve this hell?
It was the crimes of the previous Elise before possession, so why must I bear all this pain?
There is no god. The Sun God never existed. If there was one, it would save a wretch like me. It wouldn't just watch this horrific blasphemy.
If there's no god... then there must be the bastard who sent me here. Man or woman, I don't know. But if I can, I'll kill them!! I'll make them suffer the exact same humiliation... the exact same pain... I'll remember it all and repay it!!
"Eeee... waaaaaaaah!!"
Clank! Clank!
Jingle! Jingle!
Thrashing my limbs made the chains rattle. The shameful bells on my chest rang out. What a sorrowful sound.