Elf Bitch ♡ Shattered by Shota Pig, Life as Limbless Onahole Ends
The pig's thick, rigid cock thrusts deep into Lena's pussy. Crunch♡ crrrunch♡ The repulsive sounds and sensations of the maggots packed inside her bursting and being crushed transmit vividly.
".......!!"
Lena tries to scream, but with her tongue severed, all that escapes is a gurgling choke. Her head remains plunged into the cold, slimy filth at the bottom of the sewer. Her helplessly bound body convulses from the horrific intrusion and the agony of her flesh tearing apart.
The pig lets out satisfied grunts amid its ragged breaths, heaving its massive hips upward. Like a club pounding meat, merciless pistoning ravages her insides. Fragments of the crushed maggots' hard, sharp shells scrape relentlessly into the tender walls of her virgin-tight pussy. Reflexively, Lena writhes in the searing pain that feels like her living flesh is being shredded and ground, but the pig's overwhelming weight and her tightly bound limbs allow not even a twitch.
"Hng... ugh...! Urk...!♡"
The sounds leaking from her throat are no different from a beast's. The proud elf's dignity has long been cast to the dirt. Being defiled under this grotesque, lowly pig—her pussy slick with maggot guts and blood—is torture in itself. Tears of humiliation and pain surge hotly, but her filth-smeared face can't distinguish them from piss or other fluids.
To make matters worse, the sticky, yellowish ooze from the pulverized maggots seeps rapidly along her pussy walls. It's no mere slime. It's a hellish aphrodisiac that burns like acid on her skin, amplifying every nerve in her pussy to excruciating sensitivity, paired with an insane itch.
The sharp maggot shards gouging her walls, the itch burrowing deep into her flesh, and the forced hypersensitivity making her pussy chafe wildly against the pig's rough, hot cock blend into a torment that mashes her pussy and scorches her brain with pleasure. Her trembling body twitches like a fish, ignoring her will. Each thrust brings a bizarre climax from her pussy.
Pleasure, humiliation, terror—the pussy growing hypersensitive from the itch, soothed by the hard carapaces scraping coolly inside. Stimulation beyond any masturbation she's known. In this moment, Lena climaxes for real. Clear squirt sprays from her pussy, a vulgar, high-pressure jet splattering the sewer walls with a twisting splish.
"Nng, nnngoooooh♡♡♡"
The maggot fluid doesn't stop, soaking into her cervix and deep into her womb. The maddening itch stabbing her womb, every nerve on edge—Lena twists her hips desperately, but the pig's crushing power leaves her helpless.
"W-wait♡ just a sec♡ pleash♡♡ urk?! I-I already came...!"
Despite her climax, the pig pistons on relentlessly, faster and fiercer. Each shake of its cock eases the itch amid the pain, her pussy a wrecked mess of shards. Sensations impossible from mere masturbation. Lena feels the pleasure even as she desperately denies it. Her pussy loosens, her asshole and pussy twitching vulgarly in climactic spasms of contraction and release.
"Ok♡♡♡ook♡oooh♡♡goook♡♡ki♡♡♡ki♡♡uuuuhok♡♡"
With her head smashed into the sewer floor, Lena becomes a dumb, moaning slab of female meat. How much time passes? The pig, satisfied, slams its hips even more violently and rapidly. Grunting grulk, grulk like a beast rings disgustingly in her ears. Climax nears. She feels the pig's cockhead swell rigid and twitch.
Finally, lava-hot, revolting pig semen gushes into her hypersensitive pussy depths. Speckled with pain and ecstasy, Lena squirts again in wordless climax. Her face flushed to its limit, drool and foam bubbling, she blacks out. The pig forcibly revives her, continuing the torturous rape for rounds untold.
When Lena opens her eyes again, she sees multiple pigmen.
".........................mmph?!"
Her mouth is blocked—no voice escapes. Tongue gone, now gagged too. Utter despair. She tries to move, but can't. Her limbs feel clamped immovable. Still in the wide-spread restraint, but far sturdier, multi-layered bindings exposing her entire body.
Outdoors now, not the rundown building. In the village where she and Rin stayed— the central plaza. Dozens, nearly a hundred pigs stare at Lena. Chill terror grips her chest alongside crushing shame. Perfectly splayed, her armpits, tits, pussy, asshole—all genitals exposed. To over a hundred pigmen, not just the shota pig. Worlds apart in shock.
"Hii... hik...!"
Tongue still severed, no spells. Only Rin to hope for.
Why hasn't Rin come yet? Rin-sama!
The pigs oink and appraise her body from soles to scalp. Some grope her.
"Hoo... huu.......huk....♡"
Over ten rough hands stroke her tits, nipples, thighs, pussy, limbs, armpits. Some tickle, others brutal—squeezing tits viciously, pinching nipples, flicking her clit. Gang-molested and toyed with, Lena spots the shota pig that tormented her, far off. Beside him approaches a staff-wielding pig, shaman-like.
Terror surges. Why drag her publicly? Gazing, she sees the shota pig take money from the shaman. Unfamiliar currency, but certain.
Dare... that filthy pig... sold me?
More rage than fear at being sold. From the pig's view, she was just a toy to discard when bored. But rage fades quick. As the shaman nears, fear dominates. Even a weakling shota pig tortured her endlessly—what of this veteran? And over a hundred more. Five minutes each? Over 500 minutes. Her womb quivers. Instinct trembles at the males' pheromones and lust-scent.
The shaman smears thick pink goo over her body. Obvious aphrodisiac. Her body heats instantly; she bites the gag hard. Massive tits and nipples erect to bursting, clit too. So intense, mere air exposure tugs pleasure from nipples and clit.
"Huu.......huk!.........♡"
Her pale skin flushes crimson. Heart pounding uncontrollably—pure physiology overriding will.
Snap! The shaman slams his staff down. Magic circle spreads; eerie mana shoots at Lena.
Ugh.........hng? This is...?
Aiming to carve a slave crest, but Lena's a mage—high resistance even powerless.
O...........oooh......♡♡ G-gonna♡♡ cum♡♡
Not harmless. Bound, she shudders. Direct sexual jolt to her lower belly. Who could endure? Unlike explosive climaxes, a deep squish♡ rings inside; clear pussy juice sprays.
Snap! It doesn't stop. Treating it like a climax button while carving, each time Lena cums.
Kuhk.........♡♡ Kuooooh...........♡♡ You bastard..........!
Gag clenched, veins bulging, she endures heavy orgasms. From masturbation to rape, torture-rape, exhaustion maxed. She craves release from pain, pleasure, shame—body so sensitive a breeze stiffens her clit.
But the shaman ignores. He taps the staff, shoves fingers into her sopping pussy, stirring brutally. Pulls out, licks her juices. Pigmen obey, not approaching but eye-raping her—bloodshot stares devouring every wrinkle of tits, pussy, asshole. Face burning, Lena yearns escape.
Snap! Another spell; she climaxes, body quaking. Immobile save eyes, she scans: guillotines, restraints, torture racks everywhere, blood-soaked, limbless women's corpses strewn. Some chests splayed open. Heart sinks—her future?
No. It's fine....they won't kill. Crest for sex slavery. Just wait for Rin...
But the carving is far worse, more evil.
Snap! Magic hits again—countless now. Massive tits block downward view; she focuses on womb sensations. Belly heats.
Slave crest? No.
...........NNGOOOOOOH?! ♡♡♡
Spiiiish! Hips arch bow-like, pussy juice spraying far—even 10m pigs splashed. Pleasure lingers.
Ooooooh?♡♡♡♡ Not a simple crest?♡♡♡ What magic is thiiiis.........♡♡♡?! My limbs......?♡♡OOOH?!♡♡♡
Her arms suddenly melt inward—not melting, retracting. Vanishing into shoulders, leaving blunt stumps.
"OOOH♡♡♡♡♡"
Same for legs. They retract; she flops like a stump doll. Free from bonds, but useless.
My legs! My beautiful legs....!!♡♡♡ Impossible♡♡ What magic... hiiik?!
Endless effort for those toned, elegant legs. Wailing inwardly, she looks up. Pig stares impossibly high. Sprawled, she gazes at the monolithic pigmen looming.
S-spare...♡♡♡
Pigmen close in. Distant shota pig smirks, then vanishes from view.
"Mmph!! Mmmphhh♡♡♡"
Gagged, no begging. They swarm her flailing stump-body.
Magic that converts the target into an onahole. A demonic ritual used on those with high innate mana or vitality. Uses the victim's mana to forcibly transform them. Onahole lifespan determined by victim's capacity. For a great mage-level woman, usable for over 300 years typically.
Requires repeated casting; more total mana means more activations needed. Usually completes in 5 or fewer; by 30, permanent onahole—irreversible by any restoration magic.
Masturbating when ambushed by shota pig, turned into onahole. 7 more Onahole Transformation spells until permanent.