Christia's Tribulations

“Hngggghhh…♥”

It was coming in. Ever since she'd been locked up in this place and lost her virginity to that man, this filthy metal rod had been shoved into her pussy day after day.

She was certain it wasn't made for human use—just a deep insemination tool for impregnating the pigs scattered everywhere around her—but it was still forcing its way into her pussy.

Now, just as she craved Sin Seon-dong's cock and cum at every mealtime, Christia stuck out her tongue long and lewdly at the cold metallic sensation burrowing into her body, responding to the tool's slow intrusion from her entrance as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

'The Saintess… the Saintess is putting that thing in my hole… this slutty sow's filthy hole… a tool made to mimic a pig's cock, jamming it into my pussy…♥'

She knew, even in her hazy state of mind, that Violet was wielding this tool so shameful and obscene it would embarrass even a saintess to hold—but before her mind could react,

her body, already broken in by Sin Seon-dong's training and teetering on the edge of full depravity, reacted on its own. Lamenting her own sluttiness was one thing,

but writhing in pleasure was entirely another.

Christia, knees planted on the floor with her ass held high, licked the ground ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with a heaving haek as she gazed between her thighs at Violet's form.

“That's it, you're doing great.”

“A-am I… doing it right…?”

“Of course. Keep this up, and soon I can leave you in charge even when I'm not around. You could handle things in my place.”

“I-in Master's place… Christia…!”

Of course, her position hid Violet's face, so her eyes were fixed not on the cute, tightly puckered pussy so different from her own, but further back—

on Violet's asshole, dutifully poking at Sin Seon-dong's cock, and the dark-red monstrous shaft ravaging her body.

'Ahh… that cock right in front of me… using that mouthwatering dick that starved me to rape the Saintess…?!'

No need to say where her gaze lingered.

Her sow body was too busy drooling from every hole at the mere sight of it, just like now.

'I should be sadder… angrier… burning with hatred for that man…'

Like oxygen consumed in an explosion next to an oil well, snuffing out the flames, or a counterfire on a burning mountain,

the rage at Violet being violated collided perfectly in her heart with the equal weight of despair and emptiness at being denied his cock and cum, canceling each other out.

That's why she couldn't rage or feel hollow about missing out on his cock.

Christia, fully conditioned by now, had reached the point where the scales of fury at Violet's violation and emptiness at losing the cock balanced perfectly, tipping neither way.

This was the harbinger of corruption—her lascivious flesh, on the verge of becoming a full sow, beginning to erode her mind. And Christia knew it all too well.

But every day, during work hours, she'd been fucked by Sin Seon-dong's cock; when hungry or thirsty, filled her belly and quenched her thirst with his cum and piss.

This relentless training,

like weeds rooting through unyielding asphalt where no life could breathe,

had succeeded in planting the roots of a new identity—white sow Christia—into the steadfast mind of Holy Knight Captain Christia.

'That's why I offered this lowly body to buy time… to protect the Saintess…!'

Not lately, but for a lifetime serving the Goddess with her sword, she'd lived proudly without a speck of shame. Yet even she had fallen this far into lust.

What if the Saintess, mentally linked to them, endured this?

Though they received her grace one-way from Violet, if the Saintess—proxy of the Goddess, bestowing her mercy and pure love—fell into lewd depravity?

It would all be over.

If the Saintess who provided their mental sanctuary corrupted, from the holy power they'd received to their faith in the Goddess,

all who had basked in the Goddess's grace through Violet would fall too.

“N-no… I'll take it… I'll get fucked… please, Saintess, just… nghhh…♥”

This might be the last time.

The fury at Violet's violation already felt so faint; she could sense her time as 'Holy Knight Christia' was running out.

Of course, Violet wouldn't be unaware.

Having endured the same humiliations and degradations here, she knew Sin Seon-dong's danger and evil better than anyone.

So, while she still clung to her role as Holy Knight, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Christia offered her final plea: abandon her, flee while there's still a way back.

“I'll take your place… so you won't have to suffer Master's torment anymore… I'll do it…”

“Nnghiii…♥”

Yet Violet chose to be violated herself.

Christia savored the dried cum's taste and scent on her tongue licking the floor, gazing at Violet's trembling hands gripping the deep insemination tool, murmuring inwardly.

'If the Saintess chooses to confront that man—that incarnation of wicked corruption—then I can only trust and follow…'

She'd already done her best, warned about Sin Seon-dong.

Unintentionally, showing Violet her own growing lewdness had driven ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the point home.

Now, all she could do was offer this lowly body for the Saintess and Goddess. Like a true Holy Knight, willing to give her life for the Goddess,

even if corrupted and defiled—for Violet—

“G-gladlyyy…♥”

“Yeah, push it in harder. You'll feel it catch on something.”

“L-like this…?”

“Y-yes… don't teach the Saintess useless things, raaah…♥”

Even in this moment—practically her last words as a Holy Knight—Violet adjusted the deep insemination tool's angle inside her wildly, as if it were nothing!

Christia shot Sin Seon-dong a glare as he gripped Violet's slender hand.

But only for a moment.

Whether she was naturally gifted at learning,

Christia panted like a dog, tongue lolling, clenching her pussy with all her might around the tool thrusting toward her womb.

"Hik?!"

'That feeling again… softer than usual, but heading straight for my cervix—this sensation!'

“There you go, see? Christia's loving your touch. Wanna push it deeper?”

“N-nghhh…♥”

Enough with the theatrics; it was time to sink back into her sow nature, craving cock and cum once more.

“No… don't put it in… if you thrust deeper… right into my cervix…?!”

“Yup, that's the spot. Go on, wiggle it up and down if you can't find it.”

“O-okayyy…♥”

Obviously, her filthy hole—not even worthy of the refined term 'vulva'—

was lewdly gripping the tool; it was plain as day.

'Th-that's right… this is for the best… warning the Saintess with my body. If I can awaken her through this depraved flesh…♥'

Unable to fulfill her role as the Goddess's sword or Saintess's shield, but as a filthy sow, she could show it plenty. Christia opened her mouth wide and squealed.

“Oiiink…♥”

Perhaps Violet, like scientists studying ancient fossils, would glean Sin Seon-dong's danger from her body as intended,

or even glimpse how the once-mighty, noble Eleonora had fallen through this specimen,

“Christia getting so slutty in my hands…♥”

but with Violet's gaze on the Holy Knight sprawled beneath her showing twisted emotions, salvation seemed uncertain.

Christia had nothing left to do.

Just trust and wait.

She vowed it again and again, focusing every nerve on defending her final bastion—her womb.