The Pussy Coin Purse
Already, I'd exposed my most shameful place to the audience. I thought things couldn't get any worse.
But Britson's eyes held a depravity I couldn't even imagine.
Spreading my pussy open in front of the crowd. Barking like a dog.
His gaze burned with the promise of even greater humiliations.
"You can look forward to this."
His voice had shifted back to the formal tone he'd used when I was still the Saintess. But beneath that deference lurked utter contempt. It sent chills down my spine, making it all the more repulsive.
"I'll make sure you truly feel what it's like to become rich."
Gold gleamed under the lights. A single gold coin clutched in Britson's hand.
"Wh-what... what are you...?"
"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to give you gold coins so you can become rich."
The cold touch of metal reached my labia minora.
"Hahaah!!"
"This right here is the Saintess's wallet, isn't it?"
The icy coin slipped inside my pussy. The sensation of cold metal.
Perverted play. He was a perfect pervert. But I felt relief. At least it wasn't as bad as I feared.
The coin wasn't as impossibly huge as a black demon's cock... I could handle this size.
Smack! "Hikeeeuk!"
A massive shock hit my ass in an instant.
"This is genuine gold, mind you. Not silver or copper. And you're taking this precious money without so much as a word of thanks to your customer?!"
Utter bullshit. "...Th-thank you."
But I had no choice but to express my gratitude. Here, I was... the lowest of the low.
"What proper behavior, Saintess."
Britson sneered. He prodded a baton between my spread labia minora and continued.
"How does it feel? Earning money by selling your own body?"
You bastard. I'm already in the sewer... and you're trying to shove me down into the shit-filled drain below.
How did it feel? Like shit. Even if it was gold, it was still money. An object passed through countless filthy hands. And now it was inside my genitals. How could it feel good?
"It... it feels good... Earning money like this... It's rewarding."
Forced words spilling from my lips. To survive.
"It does, doesn't it?"
Smooth. He picked up another gold coin.
No way...?
"For our good Saintess, I suppose I should give you an even greater reward."
His hand headed back between my legs.
"N-no! D-don't!"
My resolve to obey him unconditionally shattered.
"What's not to like? Move your hand."
Thwack! My shielding hand was brushed away effortlessly.
"Now. Feel it."
"H-hahaaang!"
His rough fingers forcibly pried apart my labia minora. The gold coin pushed into my tender vagina.
Clink.
The sound of coins bumping as they were shoved inside me.
"Hahaauk!"
A scream burst from my throat. Unlike where I'd come from, the metal here was poorly refined. Even shaped like coins, they had sharp edges.
That edge had scraped right against the inside of my vagina.
"Hahaaaah......"
"How is it? Feeling rich yet?"
It was cold. So cold and heavy. The vivid sensation of my body filling with metal shards made my skin crawl.
"It... feels good."
To avoid more torment, I forced a smile.
"Who knew the Saintess was loaded!"
"I'm jealous!! Give me just one gold coin!"
Savage cheers erupted from the audience. Britson, fueled by the roar, pulled another fistful of gold coins from his pocket.
"I'll stuff in more so our Saintess can truly become rich."
Aaah... damn it...
The worst was happening. If all that went inside me, I'd break for sure!!
"Stop... please stop! It hurts! My insides are going to tear!"
"I'm making you rich, so why refuse?!"
"N-no... please!!"
Despite my desperate pleas, Britson didn't stop.
The third coin went in. Clink. A dull thud echoed from deep inside as metal clashed.
Humiliating. It felt like my human body had become a coin-eating machine.
"Please... please... I did wrong, so please stop......"
"Come on, Saintess! Just like when you owned the entire Theocracy! Become rich!"
Britson mocked me relentlessly as he shoved more coins into my pussy. With each one, a heavy weight settled below my navel.
"Hhhk... haauk......"
Every time the sharp rim of a coin scraped my fragile vaginal walls, my body shuddered.
"Haa... uuk... ah... aaaah......"
My belly was packed full of cold gold coins, piled up to my cervix. They jingled inside with every movement.
It hurt, but at the same time, a bizarre pleasure crept in.
Why... why the hell... Why am I feeling pleasure from this?
Self-loathing. Feeling ecstasy in this humiliating moment made me the most shameful thing of all.
"Behold! Our Saintess's belly is stuffed full of the Empire's gold coins!"
Britson roughly gripped my lower abdomen. The packed coins pressed against my cervix.
"Haa... it hurts... hurts so much......"
A heavy pain throbbed. Every press made the coins shift inside, grinding out sickening friction sounds.
Clink. Jingle.
The bells on my nipples mingled with the coins in my gut. Sounds of utter degradation. I was being perfectly defiled.
"What a greedy hole! It swallows every coin you give it!"
"Hahaha! What a sight!"
"Here, Saintess—use this money to get through the night!"
Britson rammed the final coin deep inside me.
"Hukkiiiik!"
The pain of the coin shoving against my innermost walls made my mind go blank. My ass thrust high in the air. From the gaping slit between, a sloshing clatter echoed.
"Haa... please... pleeease... haaauk......"
I wanted to collapse to my knees right then. I wanted to dig out all the coins crammed inside me.
But if I did, I'd die. This gentlemanly bastard would unleash unimaginable violence on me.
"Please... forgive me... I was wrong......"
In the end, all I could do was beg.
No one would help me.
My only hope was the prince. The one man who understood me.
But he never came. All hope was gone.
What should I do?
I don't know. I just don't know anymore.
The more I thought, the more horrific it got. Only the worst outcomes filled my mind.
Me, ass in the air, clenching my pussy to keep the coins from falling out. That was my reality.
Men's lecherous laughter. Irene's satisfied smile.
I wanted to scream. That's enough already. This is plenty.
But I couldn't. Because I was less than human.
Because defying them would bring even worse retribution.
Clap clap clap.
"Wow, perfect! Our elder has shown us a new way to use the flesh urinal."
"Your Majesty... it's an honor."
"Not quite the direction I had in mind, but this works just fine. Look at how every gentleman's cock is bulging."
Through pain-blurred vision, I scanned the room. Every man's pants in the audience tented obscenely.
You sick fucking perverts. Getting hard from this?
"Now, shall we celebrate the Saintess's whore debut?"
"Yes!"
The chorus filling the theater sent chills through me.
"I'd love to let every gentleman here taste the Saintess, but in her current state, that might be tricky."
Disappointment hung in the air, unspoken but palpable.
"But it would be rude to the VIP gentlemen who paid top coin to gather here! Come on! Get ready!"
With Irene's lively command, soldiers approached me.
What? What are they—
"Kyaaak!!"
My body spun in an instant.
Thud!
"Kuhk!!"
Clank! Clank!
My thighs were bound in some grotesque restraint device. Upside down.
My neck bent toward the floor, exposing my breasts, belly... and pussy.
Clunk.
My coin-stuffed belly. Gold glinting grotesquely between my labia minora.
"Now, everyone, gather round the Saintess in a circle."
"Yes!"
A rumble. The audience surged forward, crowding around me.
"Ooh......"
"Even more beautiful up close."
"This white skin... haa... I want to rub my face all over it."
Excited men leered down at me. Irene was a genius. She knew exactly how to maximize a person's humiliation.
Thud!
"Hukkiiiik!"
A massive shock hit my pussy and womb. Through hazy eyes, I looked down.
A golden funnel was jammed into my hole.
"Here you go. For the Saintess. Your seed. As a debut gift for becoming a whore."
