Elysia (4): The Red Pig's Sprint
Meanwhile, on Elysia's side of things—
Elysia had been reduced to crawling on all fours like a dog, a lead line clipped to her collar. And it wasn't even a proper crawl. She kept her hips thrust high into the air, presenting her cunt as blatantly as possible, grinding that beautiful body through pure humiliation with every step.
Each time she dragged herself forward, the chain linked to her piercings pulled taut, and her pussy flooded without mercy. She knew exactly where they were taking her. She wanted nothing more than to stop. But the men had made it clear—if she lagged even a little, next time they wouldn't yank the collar. They'd yank the chains hooked through her clit and nipples. So she kept her arms and legs moving without rest.
"Move faster, you sow bitch. Or I pull the chain."
A hard yank.
"Buhiik♡ Sp-speed♡ increasing♡♡."
She was already thrashing her limbs as hard as she could, and still the men's arbitrary torment kept coming. Elysia didn't rebel. She couldn't even form the thought that it was unfair.
She shook her raised ass as hard as she could and pushed her speed higher—and her whole body began to wobble unsteadily.
Slap-slap-slap.
"Pwahahaha, that's hilarious. Keep it up. If you can't hold that until we get there, no orgasms for you today."
"Buhi♡ Buhi♡♡ Ass-booster, launching!"
Elysia tore through the basement in that ridiculous posture. The top-tier recovery magic still lingering in her system kept her form from collapsing no matter how hard she pushed. The body she had trained so relentlessly to cut down monsters was now being used for a cunt-waggling sprint—a fact so pitiful it should have crushed her. But Elysia's mind was already broken. She couldn't even register it. The only thing filling her head was the frantic worry of how not to get tormented any further.
I-If I keep this up, I can do it.
My body really is full of strength. Right now I could take as much torment as they throw at me♡♡♡
Confidence surging, Elysia sprinted toward the punishment chamber built specifically to torture her, spraying love juices in every direction as she ran.
Of course the men weren't about to leave her alone.
"Heeey—"
Ting—!
"Nngoooooh♡♡♡♡ Aaaahhhh♡"
Sploosh—
The men yanked the already-taut chain. Elysia, mid-sprint, instantly gushed like a fountain and locked up. Her superhuman physique barely kept her posture intact—but the pain was another matter entirely. Her clit, hit with a sudden spike of agony, throbbed and screamed. Still, Elysia had something she had to do first.
"Hii♡♡ Thank you for touching the weak spot of this useless red pig bitch who has no value except pleasing men."
"Pwahaha, you're welcome, sow. This time I'll stick a dildo in you too—now run again."
After thanking the man who had just tormented her, Elysia took off running once more with a dildo buried inside her. And of course the harassment didn't end there. By the time she reached her destination, every kind of toy had been shoved into her cunt and ass, the chain had been yanked over and over, and a hook had been driven through her nose.
"Bu♡hii… I-I've arrived."
"Whoa, the bitch actually held out. Meeting her comrades must've done something—she's lasting better than usual today. New record, right?"
"The Hero hit her with top-tier healing magic. Apparently everything we trained into her got wiped."
"For real? Her clit still gets hard, though. Look—if I pinch it like this—"
Squeeze—
"Aaaaah♡♡ My weak spot, you're touching my weak spot, s-s-s-sir♡"
Pssshhhhh— trickle-trickle-trickle—
"Damn, she's broken. Well, everything gets fixed once she's inside, so whatever."
Elysia held her posture to the very end, spraying her juices and repeating her thanks to the men until her consciousness finally gave out. They stripped the toys off her, grabbed her collar, and casually tossed her into the room with the great crystal sphere.
"Whew, done. Once we've got time, wanna go check on the Hero? Bigger tits than this one—more my type."
"You won't get to see her. They're shipping her out in three days, so they're sticking her in the Training Device all day today."
"Whoa, a full day in that thing? She's gonna be wrecked."
"Don't worry. Jack said that for all her 'Hero' pride, even the heavy brainwashing bounced off her while she was out cold. By tomorrow you'll get to watch her oink like a sow."
"Elysia's gonna be in there three days too, so we might as well go fuck the knights stationed here. You're coming."
The men confirmed the punishment chamber door was locked tight, then vanished down the corridor.
Only after she was sure they were gone did Elysia's body finally release the posture it had been clinging to, and collapse.
The liquid flowing down through the pipe was thick enough that it descended more slowly than expected. Thanks to that, the Hero could keep clenching her cunt through a string of tiny climaxes and still manage to think.
Whatever that is, it's definitely nothing good for me. I have to keep it out of my mouth as long as possible.
Everything she had endured so far told her something horrific was coming. She sealed her lips and braced for the threat creeping toward her as slowly as she could.
But before the liquid even reached her, she understood what they wanted.
The viscous fluid will completely seal the pipe. No oxygen gets through. If I want to breathe, I have to drink all of it.
Like hell I'm going to give them what they want!
Every "lesson" they had put her through so far had been something she couldn't resist. But right now there was no overseer who could force her actions. She still didn't understand why they would capture a Hero and then leave her like this instead of spending every second brainwashing or using her—but this place, right now, was a space where she could resist them by her own will alone.
Just a moment ago proved it. If she had simply endured the merciless scraping of her cunt and held back her climax, she never would have ended up with this wretched, remodeled, worthless pussy.
Fine. I'll hold my breath and pass out. If their goal was to kill me, they would have done it already.
Of course, if that man Jack used a [Command], I might be forced to obey—but at least for now, I'll show them a Hero's pride.
She settled her thoughts, steeled her resolve, closed her mouth, and abandoned her breathing—refusing that filthy meal.
The instant the liquid touched her lips, her mouth—defying every scrap of the iron will she had just forged—began eagerly lapping up the sticky fluid.
"Slurp♡ Slurrrp♡ Ah… I—I… slurrrrp— ghhk— haah, haah—"
The Hero wolfed the liquid down, then dragged in ragged breaths. It tasted of raw night-bloom, and a trace of recovery potion mixed in seemed to restore a little vitality to her body. The effect wasn't strong enough to touch the thoroughly remodeled state of her cunt, though. Once her breathing and body had recovered somewhat, a crushing shame at what she had just done flooded through her.
Have I really gotten so weak that I'd greedily swallow something I don't even recognize…?
No. Even when I had no choice but to starve through the war, it was never this bad. That man did something to me. I'm sure of it.
Then the commands he had given her surfaced in her mind.
[Do not attack men]
[Self-harm is forbidden]
[Participate sincerely in all training]
Did holding my breath and trying to endure count as self-harm? I never even thought of it that way myself… This brainwashing magic seems to act more on the body than the mind.
She felt she had taken another step toward understanding his methods.
It can't force my thoughts. It can't twist my mind. And just now I came right up to the edge of refusing a command.
If the gap is that wide, next time I just need something I can finish even if my body freezes. Throwing, maybe? Thinking back—during the first fight, his reaction to a throw was strangely slow. I shoved an iron sphere that size away, after all.
She firmed her fighting spirit, already planning for the next time the restraints loosened. And when she remembered that even if she couldn't kill them herself, her comrades were still out there, the despair that had crushed her while her cunt was being tormented seemed to ease a little.
She still hadn't received a reply—but it was true that she had kept writing letters to the Saintess. That man had assumed she was bluffing, but she had already written where she was going in the cipher only their party used, and left it at the inn.
The moment Erwen hears, she'll come for me. The elves have always had a bad relationship with the Empire—if I've been taken by Imperial people, even those stiff-necked elders might help, right?
While the Hero inflated her hopes with one plan after another, the magic device that had gone quiet began to make noise again.
Meal period confirmed complete.
Training level increasing.
Her happy fantasies shattered instantly into a scream of pure horror.
The resolve she had just forged meant nothing. The moment she heard the sound, her cunt clenched on reflex. Her thoroughly remodeled pussy squeezed its walls hard, fawning on the magic device like a trained animal. But the device buried inside her was no longer satisfied with that much—it exploded into violent vibration.
Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr—
"Aaaah♡ Hold on, Kanna—you're the Hero, you can hold on!!!"
Just as she had resolved earlier, she began forcing herself to endure the vibration. The magic device pulsed obscenely, scraping her G-spot and every other weak point it could find—but she clung to the resolve she had made and held on.
"Nngghh♡ This much is—♡♡♡ Nngh♡ My cunt made it lighter♡♡♡"
"I can hold—♡♡♡ Going with my cunt!!!♡♡♡ I can—!"
She climaxed again and again and still endured the vibration.
And then—was salvation finally answering that will of hers?
From outside, a presence different from the men who had been interrogating her began to approach. A woman's presence.