Rene's Dream and the Execution Squad (2)
"Hooop, slurp, schluuuurp—"
Her lust must have built up something fierce, because Rene was sucking on my cock with ferocious intensity. I hadn't reverted to my original size yet.
I decided to experience her fellatio just like this, in the exact same body as that straw doll.
She's damn good at this.
The meticulous blowjob tailored to my pleasure felt great, but this wild, sloppy sucking had its own raw appeal.
Rene, with her orange bob haircut and witch's hat, had a filthy personality but a pretty face. And her body, barely covered by that lingerie-like outfit, could rival Chloe's voluptuous figure.
The kind of lewd curves that slid in easy but popped out just right.
Any virgin guy without experience would see this—arms and legs bound—as a reward, no matter what.
But I have no intention of playing along with what Rene wants.
I had no masochistic femdom kink like that. And more importantly, there was something else I needed to focus on.
Since I was the one dominating this dream, she couldn't just dream whatever she pleased unless it was a lucid one.
So my job was to expand Rene's subconscious even further.
Just like how people dream more in light sleep than deep sleep—the more her subconscious opened up, the more intel I'd extract.
In Part 2, the Execution Squad and the Virea Mercenary Corps—Duke Pedro's minions—turn into demon humans. Rene's definitely got some connection to that.
Demon humans. In simple terms, they were humans turned into monsters. Unlike normal humans who used mana, they wielded demon aura, the power of beasts.
Kill 'em, and you get demon aura stones. No different from monsters.
Demon aura eroded their souls and mana hearts, corrupting them into fallen beings. They harbored blind murderous intent toward humans like monsters did, but retained human intelligence, making them tricky as hell.
True villains, through and through.
Rene was skilled enough with demon aura stones to craft those markers that summoned beasts. She had to have some link to the demon humans who would play a big role in Part 2.
At this point in the story, she's probably scheming something related to them.
The Virea Mercenaries might keep it secret, but this was her subconscious in dream form. I could peek at their plans.
And dreams always got way more vivid as nightmares, not sweet ones.
She's really going at it.
I decided it was time to make my move. Rene hadn't let go of my cock for even a second.
Time to give her a real taste of dick.
As a dream demon, I'd ramped up my control over Rene's dream. Transforming from this pathetic straw doll back to my true self was a breeze.
I channeled a bit more magi, and my form shifted closer to normal.
My slender, youthful build bulked up with muscle. And that pitiful little cock swelled into its tyrant glory.
I hadn't gone fully erect yet. But even flaccid, the tyrant's size dwarfed the straw doll's boner.
"Mmph?! Hooop, shluuup, muuuh... glrk..."
My cock expanding in her mouth threw Rene into a panic. But addicted to the taste, she didn't pull off.
I yanked my arms free from the restraints. Then I grabbed her witch's hat and went full erection.
"Glrk?! Mmph!!"
My cock filled her mouth completely. I gripped her face and forced a deepthroat.
"Mmph!! Grrk, glurk..."
Just moments ago, she'd been gleefully abusing my cock. Now it was payback—her mouth and throat getting wrecked by mine.
Tongue sliding past, deep into her throat with brutal thrusts.
Every time I yanked her face down, her expression twisted, and the pleasure surging through my cock intensified.
But I pulled out at a good stopping point.
"Glurk... haa... haa... Wh-what the hell...?"
That foul-mouthed witch might bite down in rage. Even in a dream, I didn't want that nasty surprise.
More importantly, it was time to turn this into a proper nightmare. I fully unshackled myself and stood before her.
"How'd you break the restraints? You straw doll piece of shit! Get back in your place! That's an order from your master!"
Rene reached out, black energy rippling as magi poured forth.
"Why... why isn't my magic working?! On a fucking doll!!"
Of course it wouldn't. Black magic hierarchy-wise, a mere baron-level demon was no threat to me. Let alone Rene borrowing its power.
It's been over since I took control of this dream.
And to make a nightmare truly nightmarish, nothing beat triggering trauma.
"Urk!"
Like last time, I slammed a fist into her gut.
***
"Urgh... uuurgh..."
Rene clutched her stomach, enduring the agony as her gray pupils trembled.
"Again... hit in the gut again!!"
She hadn't forgotten the humiliation from that slum tower. Even if it was a straw doll in the violence, it wore my face.
The shock left her barely able to stand.
Then, from the space her dream conjured, voices echoed. Ripples from her subconscious.
Scary... pain... hurts... gut again... womb hurts...
That terror was prying open her subconscious. Exactly what I wanted.
But ramping up the nightmare burns through magi fast.
Her lodging where she fell asleep was probably quite a distance from my mansion physically.
Teneb let me invade her dream, but distance meant heavy magi drain. I couldn't sustain this nightmare much longer.
Then I'll just brand her quick and get out.
I grabbed her hair while she writhed in pain. Twisted her arm back and slapped restraints on her wrists.
"No!! What the fuck are you doing?!"
I ignored her.
Nothing special. Just turning the tables on whatever she'd done to men in this torture chamber to suit her tastes.
Next, I fastened a choker around her neck—more dog collar than jewelry, complete with a chain.
And her slutty lingerie? I ripped it off like it was nothing.
"Let go!!"
She thrashed wildly. I yanked the chain, and she crawled over like an obedient pup despite her struggles.
I spun her roughly and slammed her chest-down on the table.
"Spread 'em."
"What the fuck?! You straw doll trash!! Don't you dare order me around!! Let go! I said let fucking go!!"
What a joke. She'd just tried to rape a straw doll version of me.
And this psycho bitch who killed slum folk to harvest grudging souls...
Now that it was happening to her, she gnashed her teeth like it was the greatest injustice. That's why it'd hit harder—giving it back exactly her way.
This dream would haunt her forever.
I pried apart her ass cheeks bent over the table. Wide hips, plump thighs and butt—juicy as hell.
Her personality wasn't my type at all, but that rear view screamed lewd witch, making my cock throb harder.
"No!! I won't get defiled by trash... filthy man like you!!!!"
Maybe she was really scared—her cute little asshole, so out of place on her, twitched. Below it, her crimson pussy lips peeked out.
No wetness given the situation. No surprise—an extreme sadist like Rene wouldn't leak nectar getting treated like this.
Perfect.
No foreplay. I shoved my massive rod straight into her pussy. Surprisingly tight resistance.
Won't go in easy. No lube.
Her entrance was narrow as fuck. She'd played the slut plenty, so no way it was virgin-tight. Weird.
"No!! Not to a doll like you... no... a man... how could a noble witch like me...!!"
Noble, my ass.
I ignored her and thrust harder.
Then—something popped at my cockhead.
"My virginity!!! No!!"
No doubt about it. That membrane snag on my glans. And her wailing "virgin blood."
What? She's a virgin?
Shocking. Figured a man-eater like her had popped her cherry ages ago.
Bright red blood trickling down my shaft proved otherwise.
Even better.
I'd been gentle taking Cecilia's virginity. No need with Rene.
Prime chance to imprint total domination through overwhelming humiliation.
She kept squirming.
"Impossible... my virginity... I was saving it for a demon noble higher than a baron... not some filthy straw doll... hick... heek... hurts... aaagh!!"
That explained why she'd kept it. Sure, it'd regrow when she woke—dream rules. But...
Not just the hymen. I'll leave this nightmare branded on you too.
I cast a black magic spell beyond normal nightmares: Nightmare. Time to give her a taste.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
I pounded her arrogant dry pussy mercilessly. Felt like fucking her ass, all friction and grip.
"Heek?! Hick... ahhk!!"
Her voice receiving my rod? No moans—just screams. I kept the brutal pistoning and moved to the next phase.
Slap, slap, slap—
I spanked those thick cheeks with both hands. Bright red handprints bloomed on her pale ass.
Her screams grew wilder. Not my kink, but it'd sear into her as nightmare fuel.
This level... rivals a true Nightmare spell.
Time was short, though. Pure physical pain wouldn't shatter her twisted ego enough.
She'd just bounce back stronger.
So if she got humiliated like this yet felt pleasure? The contradiction would break her mind harder.
I eased up on the pounding thrusts.
Then reached around to fondle her tits.
**
"Hiiih?!"
I rolled her nipples gently between thumbs and forefingers. At odds with her bitchy personality, they were cute and perky.
I unleashed the tit play honed from countless sessions with my heroines.
Paused the rough fucking, cock buried deep. Her hefty breasts sagged deliciously with weight.
I kneaded them painlessly, teasing her. Hugging her from behind as she lay on the table.
Lips nibbling her earlobe too.
"Haaang?!"
A sharp moan escaped. Different from her pain-screams earlier.
Slut sensitivity, as expected.
No pounding, but she'd toyed with pretty slaves plenty. Her body was trained—no shock.
My hands roamed her nakedness more. She resisted, disbelieving her own moan.
"D-don't grope my body... not by a filthy doll like you... I wouldn't... feel good from..."
But my face was her type. She'd snuck a transforming doll down here to fuck, after all.
Unlike the rough start, now it was lover-like caresses. Her body began to yield.
My cock inside her pussy? Starting to get slick.
"No... no way!! I wouldn't feel it from getting fucked by a man... impossible... haaang!!!"
I gave a little hip twitch. First penetration hurt like hell, but her moans had me riled too.
Pre-cum mixed with her juices, easing the pain. Same thrust depth, but her voice shifted.
"Kyaaaang!! Hng...♡ Heuuung...♡"
Moans no one would link to sharp-tongued Rene. I upped the pace.
More nectar flowed; her cries amplified.
"Haaang...♡ Ungh...♡ Uh...♡ Cock... cock... feels good!!"
Faster than I expected. Training her now—gave a carrot, time for the whip.
I yanked the chain. Pulled my cock out.
"Haaang... ahng... ungh?!"
Her head snapped back in shock. But the halted pussy pleasure hit harder than the pain.
"Cock... don't stop... more... fuck me more!!!"
Back to her catty screech. I teased her entrance with my glans, not entering, tormenting her further.
"You insolent doll!! Obey your master!! Fuck me!! Shove it in!!!"
Cheeky as ever. I wrenched the chain harder.
"Got it backwards. Who's the master here?"
Then unleashed on her ass cheek.