Fist-deep in the Abyss
I began shoving my entire hand into my pussy.
“Hahk…!”
The cold woke me.
A chill burrowed into every joint of my bones. The sensation of the hard, damp stone floor slammed into my entire body.
I opened my eyes. Darkness everywhere. The maddening stench of mold was the only clue that this was an underground dungeon.
“Hhh… hhheuk……”
Tears started flowing. It had been so utterly horrific. I wished it was a dream, but it wasn’t.
Saintess. The sin of creating a nonexistent god and deceiving the people was grave. I had crawled on all fours before them and mated with a horse in the end.
My pussy, my womb, my entrails—they had been torn and ruptured countless times. The agony I endured there… it lingered vividly in my mind even now.
“Hheuk!!”
My stomach hurt. More precisely, from my pussy to my lower belly. The mating was over, and my organs had been repaired, but the pain remained unchanged.
“Hah… ha… uh……”
How much time had passed? The pain began to ebb little by little.
“Euwoo……”
I slowly lowered my gaze. Stark naked, without a thread on me. Just a lump of meat tossed onto the cold stone floor.
Ting-a-lang. Ting-a-lang.
The bells on my crushed nipples let out a vulgar jingle, thanks to the violent fucking. A sound I wanted to rip off right then and there. But to do that, I’d have to tear off the nipples themselves… so I couldn’t.
“Hau… huu……”
Something was wrong with my body. My skin was flushed an unnaturally deep red.
I looked closer.
Thighs. Calves. Forearms. Abdomen.
Countless red welts scarred my entire body. Traces of something rough and hard scraping away at my skin relentlessly.
A scrub brush. The coarse, stiff kind used to wash livestock. While I was unconscious, someone had scrubbed me clean.
“Right… I was covered in it.”
Blood… and the horse’s semen.
They’d scrubbed my naked body with a brush to scrape it all off. An act devoid of any respect for me as a human.
It was no different from brushing dirt off an object.
“Damn… damn it all……”
Curses spilled from my lips.
Why? Why the hell did this have to happen to me?
Deceiving the people? Did I wield all that power myself?
Yeah. I got what I deserved—heaven’s punishment.
I knew it was wrong. If there was injustice, I should’ve stepped down. I should’ve given up everything except just enough to scrape by.
Then even if the Empire invaded, I could’ve escaped the flames.
Selfishness. My greed that only cared about my own survival—it dragged me into this pit of despair.
“Hhuk… hhhuk……”
Regret brought sorrow crashing down on me. That mental torment soon rippled into my body.
Not wanting to show an even uglier sight, I tried to curl up, drawing my legs together. In that instant, an excruciating pain shot from my groin, turning my mind blank white.
“Kkuuaaaak!”
My lower body. More precisely, the horrific agony rising from my pussy. It felt like my living flesh was being carved out with a knife and doused in acid—a searing torment.
“Why… why is this…?”
With trembling hands, I reached down and touched my labia.
“Wha… what? What… is this?”
The sensation at my fingertips was grotesque. It bore no resemblance to its original shape.
Lumpy, uneven swells of flesh, patched together like a zombie’s rotting meat.
What? Healing magic is supposed to restore everything to normal…
I slowly looked down toward my pussy.
“Ahh… ah……”
Tears gushed out. My once-beautiful pussy was utterly ruined.
Its flesh, stitched and grotesquely swollen in patches. It looked just like Frankenstein’s monster.
Healing magic was powerful. I was alive. It had regenerated my brutally torn organs.
But the black horse’s merciless cock had outpaced the regeneration by far.
Whenever flesh tried to knit, it tore again. New skin would sprout, only to be pulverized once more. In that endless cycle of destruction and regeneration, my most intimate place had warped into something freakish.
“Hheu… hhheuk……”
Despair crashed over me like waves. Ruined. Completely shattered.
Not just its function as a woman’s organ, but even basic human excretion seemed doubtful now—my lower body was a total wreck. But what truly drove me mad wasn’t the physical pain.
“Huu… huuuk……”
My breathing quickened.
It hurt. The torn flesh hurt like insanity. Yet at the center of that pain, a strange heat was rising.
The aphrodisiac.
The remnants deep in my veins were still manipulating my brain.
“Fuck… why… why am I thinking of it…!”
Knulu. The sensation of that merciless, scorching cock slicing into me. The violent pleasure as it stabbed my womb and twisted my guts—it replayed vividly in my head.
“No. Please… don’t do this…!”
I shook my head. But it wouldn’t fade; the sensation only sharpened.
Before I knew it, love juices were trickling down my thighs again.
The black horse’s cock. I wanted it. Just once more… if only I could have it once more…
I craved that massive equine shaft filling me up again.
“Fuck… fuck……”
I cursed to forget, but it wouldn’t leave me.
My pussy hole felt so empty it was driving me insane.
“You crazy bitch!! Filthy… slut!”
I cursed myself from my own mouth. Ravaged by a beast, and I couldn’t forget that beast’s tool.
“Uwegek!”
Dry heaves wracked me. Bitter gastric acid corroded my throat and mouth, tormenting me.
A bitch in heat.
That’s what I was now. No deeper hell to fall into. My dignity as a human was utterly extinguished.
“Hahuuuuuk!”
I sobbed. But amid it all, my fingers started slipping toward my pussy.
“Not enough… nooo……”
One. Two. Three.
Soon, I began shoving my entire hand into my pussy.
Squelch!
“Hahuuu!! Not enough… not enoughhh!”
In the end, I thrust my whole hand inside. Was it because the black horse had stretched my pussy hole? My hand fit entirely.
Schlick. Schlick.
“Haht… hahuuht!”
The lingering aphrodisiac components—it made me masturbate with my own arm.
The former Saintess was broken like that.
How many days had passed? Fortunately, once the aphrodisiac wore off, the masturbation stopped.
In this place where I couldn’t tell day from night. They didn’t even give me food.
“Kill… kill me……”
Here, I was crumbling fast.
Thud. Thud. Footsteps echoed from the end of the dungeon corridor. Military boots.
I curled up. He was the one I’d waited for more than anyone, but I didn’t know what fresh humiliation he’d bring.
I held my breath, waiting. Terror gripped my throat.
“Hah……”
I balled myself up. Arms covering my breasts, thighs clamped together by force.
Ting-a-lang.
The bells on my nipples mocked me.
Please. Please just pass by.
Creeeak.
The door opened. I buried my face. I couldn’t lift my head. I was too scared.
Something draped over my body.
“Kyaaak!!”
“Calm down. I’m not here to hurt you.”
A young voice. Only then did I check what covered me.
A rough, thick wool blanket. I jerked my head up in shock.
“Uh… uh……”
Incredibly, Prince Lucian stood there.
I stammered. Words wouldn’t come. Why had this man come to see me?
I scanned around him. No Emperor. No soldiers.
“U… uh……”
I glared at him with wary eyes, trembling hands pulling the blanket tight. The coarse wool stung my wounded skin, but just blocking the shame made me feel alive.
“I came to apologize.”
“…Pardon?”
I doubted my ears. Apologize? Suddenly why?
“This is my personal apology for condoning excessive violence.”
What… is he saying?
“There was no need to go this far. You were just trying to survive.”
“Wha… what are you… what do you want to say?”
“You know it yourself, don’t you?”
In truth, I’d only possessed this body—I didn’t know what it had done before. But pretending ignorance here could lead to who-knows-what.
“…Y-…yes. What I did… to His Majesty the Emperor… I’m reflecting on it…”
“From what I saw, my father was more in the wrong.”
Words unfit for a prince’s mouth. What? Why was he acting like this?
Was he testing me?
“N-no… I… a lowly bitch like me……”
“I’m not here to test you, so don’t say that.”
…Then what? Why the hell is he doing this?
“It could’ve been changed gradually. There was no need to draw blood.”
Ah… This man was a pacifist at heart.
“We started with blood, so it’s only right to repay in blood.”
What should I say? I felt humanity from him.
Skeban. Irene. Those two were cruel.
But this man was different. Unlike his parents who treated me like a beast, he was apologizing to me.
“I understand you. I understand my grandfather who chased out my father. So I hope you understand my father too.”
Human. Meaningless after breaking me like this, but his apology held sincerity.
As a son who couldn’t stop his father.
“Th-thank… you.”
I slowly bowed my head. It was all I could do.
I couldn’t even resent him. He wasn’t the one who did this to me.
Apologizing on behalf of his parents’ atrocities… it eased my heart somewhat.
“I’ll ensure no further humiliations.”
“R-really?!”
My eyes flew wide.
“Father has achieved all he wanted. The Theocracy is fallen, and the people know there is no god. Tormenting you further is pointless.”
I clutched the blanket tight. Thank you, thank you so much.
Plip. Plip. Tears began to fall.
“Thank… you… truly… thank you……”
“Of course, I can’t save your life. The best I can do is block the hanging. Still, it’s far better than the Empress’s plan.”
Empress. Irene. Calling her Empress—did that mean she wasn’t Lucian’s real mother?
“I’ll let you die cleanly as the leader of a defeated nation, not a beast’s bitch. Your dignity will be preserved that way.”
Gulp. He paused at the sound of my swallow.
“That’s the only apology I can offer you.”
My mind went blank.
A peaceful death promised. Execution. The gallows. The agony of strangulation.
It sounded like salvation.
No lifetime as a meat toilet taking beast cocks. No rolling in hellish regeneration and ecstasy until my belly burst.
Just the noose, and this nightmare ends.
I could die as a human. The most perfect, bittersweet salvation granted to me.
“Hhuk!!”
A wail burst from my lips. Not the tears of self-loathing and shame from before.
Relief.
“Rest well. I’ll push for the execution as soon as possible.”
“Hhuk… hhheuk……”
Crying in gratitude over a promise to kill me—it was so pathetic. But I couldn’t stop the tears.
“…Thank you.”
I bowed my head, clutching the blanket.
“…You have to kill me.”
A desperate plea. Lucian nodded silently.
Then he turned and walked down the dark dungeon corridor.
Listening to his fading footsteps, I collapsed onto the cold stone floor and wept aloud.
Not a prayer to be saved.
Tears of thanks for death.