Beg, "Please Don't Break It"
"Lick."
Her command froze the air inside the tent. But Ian resisted the temptation and simply turned his head away.
"F...fuck off."
Ian didn't want to submit so easily. At his reaction, a cold madness slowly crept across Maritia's face.
"Won't do it?"
Squish!
Maritia pressed down harder on his hips.
"Urk...!"
His chest sank with a heavy thud, his breath completely cut off. Ian's face flushed red. The pressure built until tears welled in his eyes.
"Fuck... stop! You crazy bitch!"
Ian gritted his teeth and spat the words. His voice cracked, but venom still laced it.
Maritia smirked.
"Fine."
With that, she slowly lifted her body. The weight vanished from his chest, and his breath exploded out in gasps.
"Hah... hah..."
But he wasn't free. Four clones still pinned his arms and legs tight.
Maritia backed away slowly, gesturing with her hand.
"Come in."
Two more clones entered, making seven women in total who loomed over Ian, surrounding him completely.
Gulp.
Ian swallowed hard against the inexplicable pressure.
"Begin."
Maritia murmured lowly.
At her word, the clones moved in unison.
Swish. Swish.
The sound of clothes shedding echoed from all sides. Black fabrics pooled on the floor, revealing pale skin. They didn't rush. Deliberately slow, they closed in around him.
One slipped between his legs. Her hand trailed up his thigh, and his body twitched reflexively.
"Don't move."
Another clone grabbed his chin, forcing his face up. Her breath was hot.
"Fuck... get your hands off!"
Ian bared his teeth and yelled, shaking his head furiously. But the grip on his jaw didn't budge.
"Wonder how good you'll taste."
Maritia approached, seizing his hair. She yanked his head back, forcing his mouth open.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Fuck you...!"
Ian clenched his teeth, refusing to open wider. His voice trembled, but his eyes still burned.
Maritia chuckled lowly.
"Fine. I'll keep going until those eyes die out."
With that—squish!
One clone shoved her fingers into his mouth. The wet, hot intrusion probed straight to his throat.
"Urk...!"
Ian bit down in rebellion, but the clone ignored it, jamming her fingers deeper.
"Agh... gack!"
A groan escaped. Ian twisted, fighting back, but the clones holding his limbs tightened, bones creaking under the strain.
"Mmph!"
At the same time, the others began groping his body. His pants slid down, cold air brushing his cock. They pinned his legs, forcing his thighs apart.
"Look, you're already like this."
Someone's hand gripped his cock. It squeezed the shaft tight, softly teasing the glans.
"Urgh."
Ian's hips bucked involuntarily. The clone didn't miss it. She withdrew her fingers slowly, whispering mockingly.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Ian ground his teeth and roared.
"You fucking bitches...!!"
His voice cracked, breath ragged, but his spirit held.
The clones laughed in unison, delighted by his defiance.
"Hehe."
"Hehehe."
"Heehee."
"Hahaha."
The eerie laughter burrowed into his ears. Maritia narrowed her eyes at him—adoringly, yet cruelly.
Her lips curled slightly as she straddled him again.
Thud.
Her ass slammed down hard, the sound echoing in the tent. The weight crushed his chest, choking his breath.
"Urk!"
A muffled groan escaped Ian's lips. His face twisted under the rib-cracking pressure.
"Lick!"
Maritia's voice sliced sharply again.
"Fuck off!"
Ian rebelled even more fiercely out of spite.
"Ha... no choice then."
Her tone feigned regret, but her lips curved in delight. Madness deepened in her eyes.
"Bring that."
At her word, one clone went to the corner of the tent. She retrieved something from a pouch and returned.
"Think you can endure this?"
What she held was a cluster of long, slender silver needles. Each sharp as a syringe, glinting wickedly. They swayed slightly in her hand, freezing Ian's gaze.
"Every time you disobey... I'll stick one in your balls."
His face drained white at her words. Color fled, eyes shaking.
"P... please... don't..."
His voice quivered. It was almost a plea—fear overriding rage.
"Lick!"
Maritia ground her pussy hard against his face. Hot, slick flesh smothered his nose and mouth.
"Mmph...!"
Breath cut off. A sour tang rose—dungeon grime from long delves. His nose stung, tears pooling.
"Ha..."
Maritia sighed lowly. But it held no pity.
"Not good enough."
Her eyes gleamed with more pleasure.
"Stick it in."
One clone raised a needle. The tip flashed in the air.
And then—
Pierce!
"Aaagh!!!!"
Blazing agony exploded from below. His body convulsed. His scream tore through the tent.
"Urk... st... stop..."
"Gonna keep fighting?"
Maritia's voice dropped cold.
"P... please..."
Ian's whole body shuddered uncontrollably. Tears welled, streaming down his cheeks.
"Lick."
Maritia commanded again, glee soaking her tone.
Ian hesitated, staring at the horror before him. He panted, squeezing his eyes shut.
Was it his pause...?
"Stick it in."
Maritia ordered again.
"W... wait!"
Ian begged, but the clone showed no mercy.
Pierce!
"Aaaaagh—!"
This scream dragged longer, sharper. Pain burrowed to his brain, vision whiting out. His body locked rigid. No strength left to resist—just ragged breaths through trembling lips.
"Now, lick."
Maritia whispered softly, like soothing a child. But to Ian, it was icy terror. Goosebumps erupted as it sank in.
Slowly, agonizingly slow, Ian extended his tongue and began licking her pussy.
Lap.
Sour, thick musk assaulted his nose. Nausea surged, but he swallowed it, teeth gritted.
"Urp..."
He forced it down, tongue moving cautiously. Fear paralyzed him.
"Hm..."
An unsatisfied groan from Maritia.
"You're fucking terrible at this."
Ian had no experience like this. Even with Arcia, it was never so forced, so humiliating. Fear crushed every sensation now.
"Not trying harder? Another stab?"
Her sharp threat shook his eyes. No choice—he licked harder, faster.
Lap. Lap.
Dutifully—no, desperately—as he did,
"Ah..."
A small, sweet moan escaped Maritia.
"There, that's better."
She reached out slowly, stroking his hair. Gentle, yet dominantly possessive.
"Now, lick the clit too."
She gripped his head, pulling it precisely to her clit.
Ian couldn't resist anymore. He obeyed.
"Good boy, now you're behaving."
Maritia smiled satisfied, gesturing to a clone. The clone fetched a small vial from the corner and handed it over.
"This is a potion vial."
Slosh.
She shook it before his eyes. Transparent liquid sloshed inside.
"Rub this on your balls now... and it'll hurt so much more."
His tongue froze at her words.
"Hah... don't stop."
Maritia warned lowly.
"Pl... please, wait..."
Ian's voice quavered in terror.
"It's okay, don't be scared."
Her soft words chilled deeper.
"But..."
Ian felt only dread. Tears welled again.
"Without it... you might never use them again."
His face paled. Eyes filled with horror, shaking. His tongue resumed, desperately transmitting his tremors.
Lap... lap...
Maritia chuckled lowly.
"Hehe..."
She tilted the vial slightly. Green liquid beaded at the rim, sloshing.
"What'll it be?"
Her voice flowed softly. Eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Even if it hurts like hell..."
She paused deliberately, staring into his eyes.
"...want me to use it and heal you? Or..."
She shook the vial—slosh. The sound rang huge, sharp in his ears.
"...become a eunuch forever?"
Her lips twisted upward slowly. Seeing her smile, Ian's mouth trembled open.
"Us... use it..."
A whisper so faint it barely registered, trembling on his breath.
"No, that's not how you say it."
Maritia whispered lowly. Strange satisfaction gleamed in her eyes. She shook the vial, holding his gaze.
"Beg: 'Please save my balls. Don't break them.'"
Playful, yet firm. Each word drilled into his ears.
"F... fu..."
Swears rose again. Rage and humiliation choked his throat, cracking his voice.
But only for a moment.
"Ah-ah!"
Maritia cut him off sharply. Her hand yanked his hair. Pain crept back, making him flinch.
"One more time... and I'll really ruin them."
Her voice iced over. No mirth—just pure threat.
"Now, say it."
Ian's eyes shook. Tears welled, trailing down. Lips quivered, and finally, a defeated whisper escaped.
"Pl... please... save my balls..."
Small, trembling. Cracked like sobs, humiliation raw.
Maritia's lips curved slowly. Satisfied smile.
"Good... that'll do."
She tilted the vial. Green potion dripped—one drop, then another—onto his balls.
The cold liquid hit skin, then erupted in blazing heat.
"Uwaaagh—!"
Ian's body jerked convulsively. Agony spread from below, engulfing him. Like burns, slashes, thousands of needles piercing to his brain.
"A... aaagh...! Stop... stooop...!"
Screams burst. His body shuddered violently, shaking even the holding clones. Tears endless. Breath shattered—he couldn't even form words.
Maritia gazed down, smiling slowly, so slowly.
"Now... the real fun begins."
Her voice rumbled low. At that, one clone reached out slowly. Her fingertips brushed his cock.
The potion's heat still raged there—she stroked upward, tenderly, agonizingly slow.
Swish... swish...
"Urk...! Urk...!"
Pain and pleasure tangled wildly. Below burned like heated iron, twisting into ecstasy. His body spasmed unbidden. Hips bucked, breath gasping.
Swish swish swish.
The strokes quickened. Potion-amplified senses devoured everything. Pain fed pleasure, pleasure bred pain. Mind blanked white, body taut to breaking.
"Ah... aaa...!"
A stifled moan burst from Ian. He couldn't hold it. Hips surged high—semen erupted explosively.
"Uwaaagh—!"
Climax ripped through him. Spurt... spurt spurt...!
Hot fluid jetted hard. Once, twice, three times... pent-up release gushed in waves. Sticky sounds soaked the tent air.
Spurt... squirt...!
Hips quivered, bucking one final massive time. Semen fountained up, arcing to splatter thighs and belly. Sticky heat triggered fresh spasms on contact.
"Ha... haa..."
Hips trembled once more, then slumped limp. Ian's eyes glazed. Vision darkened, Maritia's low laugh fading into distance.