The Wages of Labor: Paid Inside My Pussy
Britson's eyes were grotesque. Revenge and lust. The two were subtly mingled, gleaming with malice.
"Agent of the Sun God! Saintess Elise!"
Britson bellowed loudly.
"The sin of forcing a king of a nation to grovel at your feet! The sin of daring to seduce a king of a nation! I will atone for those sins now!"
The days I had cowed him with the name of Saintess. He pretended to offer utter loyalty at my feet. And yet, all the while, he lusted after me like a madman.
Truly, there can't be a pervert like this.
"Finally, I have this pretentious bitch in my grasp!"
Britson roughly seized my jaw. The repulsive stench unique to an old male assaulted me.
Anything... would have been better than this. Even the black horse that had been my "husband."
"This white nape! How much I've wanted to touch it!"
His hand slid down my shoulder, groping my neck. I wanted to slap away that disgusting hand right then, but with the handcuffs on, I couldn't resist. I just had to endure that vile touch with my entire body.
"Grrr... I can't hold back.""Kyaa!"
He kicked my shoulder with his foot, sending me crashing to the floor. I sprawled out on the cold stage.
The magical lighting moved closer, shining down on me. It was hot.
"Everyone, look closely! This is the true form of the Saintess who ruled over us!"
Britson roared, his voice echoing through the hall.
"See how vulgarly made is the body of this woman who pretended to pray piously every morning!"
With the short baton in his hand, he traced down my bare back. The baton followed my spine down to my butt crack, prodding it lightly.
"Ha-ut...!"
Shame made every hair on my body stand on end.
"Where do you think you're going!"
I tried to close my legs, but his foot blocked me immediately.
"Stay still! The guests are watching!"
He wasn't satisfied with simply breaking me. He was working hard to give me an unforgettable humiliation.
"That Saintess robe you wore! It emphasized your ass so obscenely! This vulgar ass! Every time you shook it, I went mad wanting to rip your skirt to shreds!" Now it's time for your punishment! Lift your ass!"
Absurd nonsense. At least, I'd never done such a thing.
"No! I never did that!""Shut up, you bitch!"
He whipped my ass sharply with the baton.
Smack!
"Aaaak!"
Pain like my flesh was tearing apart.
But Britson didn't stop. Breathing heavily, he lashed my body repeatedly.
Smack! Smack!
"Huaaang! It hurts! It hurts so much!""Cry louder! Do you know how much I've wanted to hear you wail like a beast!"
The king's righteous indignation was gone. Now, there was only a perverted middle-aged man obsessed with fucking the Saintess.
My ass hurt so much. The wounds had barely healed... and now it felt like they would break open again.
Of course, if they did, Irene would heal them again.
They heal you just to break you. I realized now how cruel that was.
"Please... please stop!""Haha! Good! That's perfect!"
My pain was fanning his lust. My breasts shaking with every strike. The tinkling of the bells on my nipples ringing out.
All of it was driving Britson insane.
"Ooooh!""The Saintess's screams are exquisite!""Elder! Hit her harder!"
Cheers erupted from the audience.
"Haa... haaaaa... stop... please stop... I'll do anything... everything... ""Oh? Really?"
Britson paused the whipping.
Sweat poured from him as he panted roughly. The heat from his violence radiated onto my skin.
"You'll obey anything I say?""Y-yes..."
An unavoidable promise. I had no choice if I didn't want more pain.
"Good. Then stay prone and lift your ass.""Y-yes..."
I staggered, collapsing face-down on the floor. The cold wooden stage pressed against my cheeks. It stung like splinters embedding.
"Ugh, you're so slow!"
Suddenly, he lifted my waist.
"Spread your legs and plant your feet!""Haak! Y-yes!""Wider! That's it!"
Misfortune or fortune, with him holding my waist, I could comfortably thrust my ass up. The most humiliating pose—with only my ass raised high toward the air—was complete.
"Time to show the audience your most vulgar parts."
His rough hands gripped my hips.
"Ha-ut!"
To the audience. My ass. And the two holes between them, exposed raw and bare.
"Ooooh...""Virgins don't have hair?""What kind of madman is this? It's shaved.""My wife is so bushy, I never knew.""Wow... I didn't know a virgin's pussy could be this beautiful."
The audience stared piercingly at my most shameful place. Their gleaming eyes behind the masks felt like they were devouring my heart.
It hurt. I felt like I would go mad.
"Please... please stop... you weren't like this... please... please..."
I begged, tears and snot streaming down. My pride had been trashed long ago.
"Do you still think you're the Saintess, bitch?"
He kicked my ass hard.
"Kyaaak!"
I lost balance and slammed my face into the floor. My lip split, blood flowing.
"A mere meat urinal dares judge us!"
Slap! Slap!
The violence resumed. I curled up as tightly as possible. That way, only the less painful parts got hit.
"Insolent meat urinal! How dare you! So insolent!""I was wrong! I'm sorry! Please! Just spare me this once!"
Overwhelming violence. I couldn't even respond.
No one to stop it.
How could I escape this pain? I couldn't die. So, in the end, I had to obey him.
Everything I had. Womanhood. Pride. All cast aside.
I had to do what he wanted.
"Elder... sir... I'll do... anything you say... even be your dog... please...""Oh? Really? Then be a dog."
The violence stopped. No choice.
To escape this pain, I had to do it. I had to let go of myself to survive this hell.
I flopped onto my back. Bent my arms and legs. The submissive pose dogs show.
Squelch. The blood pooled between my pussy lips split open with an obscenely loud sound.
"M-master... woof! I am... the Elder's pet dog... woof woof!"
In the end, a dog's bark burst from my mouth. The tears wouldn't stop.
"Kuh... kuahahaahaha!""Wow! Top quality!""The Saintess! Haha, the Saintess as a dog... kuahahaaha!"
Applause exploded from the audience. My clumsy dog impression, overlaid with the former Saintess, seemed to give them catharsis.
"Th-thank you... woof! Woof!"Tinkle. Tinkle.
Every bark made the bells on my nipples ring lewdly.
"Hahahahaha! A splendid bitch!"
Britson laughed maniacally.
The Saintess's perfect downfall. Reveling in that pathetic sight, the old king filled his suppressed lust and desire for dominance to the limit.
Thoughts of death filled my mind. But with Irene's healing magic, I couldn't die.
A true hell where even death was denied.
"Our little doggy is so vulgar."
Britson stroked my nape. A chilling sensation like a snake slithering.
"Good. Very good."
Clink. He flicked a gold coin he held.
"Not the blood of the people, but earning money by selling your body—I'll show you how happy that is.""Th-thank you... woof... woof...""Spread your pussy.""Yes..."
I brought both hands to my outer labia. And pulled them apart to the sides.
I had to... or he'd hit me.
"Very good, Saintess. Do you know what you just did?""...I... I don't know.""This is labor."
He was teaching me about labor. A former king who had never labored himself... It was laughable, me who had lived my whole life as a laborer.
"You've lived your life luxuriating in the temple, so you wouldn't know. That's why I'm teaching you personally.""Th-thank you."
Britson patted my head. It made me sick. But I couldn't show it.
"For a whore, the greatest honor is receiving men's lust. You can do it splendidly."
Britson, acting like some great sage, disgusted me. But I couldn't show disgust. That would restart the violence.
"Now that you've labored, it's time for your wages. Feel how happy it is to earn money."
Swish. The gold coin in Britson's hand. It headed toward my pussy.
