Subjugating the Female General (18)
The room Peterson led them into was so comfortable it was hard to believe it belonged to an underground dungeon.
It had been designed to drink in every scrap of available light. Despite being buried beneath the earth, the space was brightly lit and felt almost like a place where someone actually lived.
"This is where I reside. I have so many slaves here that they keep the place in order. It's become quite livable, as you can see."
"I see."
"If Your Majesty would wait here a moment, I'll fetch some samples. These aren't works I normally show to just anyone, but since Your Majesty has come in person, I'll make a special exception."
Peterson seemed oddly excited. Perhaps it was the thrill of meeting someone who actually recognized the value of his toys — he looked thoroughly elated.
About ten minutes after Peterson left, he returned. Three women trailed behind him.
All three were beauties worthy of genuine admiration.
"The first work I'd like to introduce is this one."
Peterson gestured toward a woman who appeared to be in her forties. She had the dignified bearing of a highborn lady. Though she looked older, her skin still seemed taut and elastic, and her breasts were full and heavy. More than anything, what made her beautiful was the air of refinement she carried — that quiet, unshakable grace.
"She is the lawful wife of Duke Benos, the ringleader of the rebellion that took place in the Empire ten years ago. After the Duke was executed, she was left a widow. She's a bit older now — mid-fifties, I believe."
Dong-hyun couldn't recall the details precisely, but he knew fragments of the affair existed somewhere in Ailes's memories. Peterson had just told him her age, yet she looked nowhere near fifty.
The Duchess of Benos didn't so much as twitch as she was being introduced. She stood there like a doll.
"She was a work I presented to the previous Emperor after the Duke's execution. When His late Majesty passed, she came back into my hands."
"My father?"
"Yes, that's correct. Works presented to the previous Emperor are, as a rule, returned to us upon His Majesty's death..."
He seemed to be watching Dong-hyun carefully, worried the Emperor might take her away. Dong-hyun had no particular desire to claim the woman for himself.
"She looks too much like a doll, though. Is she even all right?"
"Ah! She must have tensed up in Your Majesty's presence."
Snap!
Peterson flicked his fingers, and it was as if a soul had been breathed back into a puppet. Her expression returned.
"This work is under hypnosis. A snap of the fingers brings her back to her senses, and another snap turns her into a doll again. Of course, even when she's lucid, she remains obedient. The doll act is just a personal hobby of mine..."
Dong-hyun had no interest in Peterson's personal tastes.
"Isabel. Take off all your clothes."
"Yes, Master."
At Peterson's command, the woman called Isabel stripped without the slightest hesitation. Her body was unbelievable for someone supposedly in her fifties. Her large breasts still stood firm, thrusting upward with youthful elasticity. Her waist was slender, and the curve of her hips was alluring.
"Position one."
Isabel spread her legs as if dropping into a horse-riding stance and used her hands to pull her pussy open. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in the movement.
"This one's weakness was lust. Amusing, isn't it? A woman with the face of a noble lady, but with erogenous zones so sensitive it was genuinely entertaining. Would you like to see?"
Peterson stepped closer and gave Isabel's pussy a light touch. A moan spilled from her lips as wetness immediately began to trickle down her thighs.
"Haaahnn..."
"Honestly, when a woman has erogenous zones like these, breaking her is almost too easy. Sexual desire is harder for a human being to endure than pain. Isabel is happier living with me now than she ever was with the glory of her past."
Then he introduced the second woman.
"This one is a princess of the Sirone Kingdom, which fell in a war of conquest five years ago. A fresh little thing — only twenty-one."
Just as Peterson said, traces of a youthful, almost childlike appearance still lingered on her face. Her looks had the dual charm of a rose — dazzling and delicately pure at once.
"So you started breaking her when she was even younger?"
"Yes. That actually makes it easier. But in this one's case, I had to put in a great deal of effort just to keep her alive. She tried to kill herself every single day, so I worked hard to make her understand that living as my slave was better than dying. For the record, this one's weakness is love."
"What? Love?"
"Occasionally, women who grew up showered with affection can't endure falling into slavery. But if you can make them believe that someone in that terrible environment is protecting them... well, they become impossible to pull back. Like this. Diona?"
Peterson gestured, and Princess Diona came and nestled into his arms. The expression on her face was that of a woman who truly loved him.
Stockholm syndrome?
Dong-hyun thought he was beginning to understand, however vaguely, what Peterson was talking about. He couldn't be certain, but Peterson seemed to be a man who had thoroughly mastered the art of reading and manipulating the human psyche. Otherwise, no one would look at a face that grotesque with an expression that loving.
"How did you get your hands on that woman?"
"Ah! That has to do with this third one."
The woman Peterson pointed to had blue hair. Unlike the others, she was scowling — she didn't appear to have been broken yet.
"Hmm? Are you sure she's been trained?"
"Hahaha. Your Majesty has a sharp eye. You're right — she hasn't been trained."
"What?"
"But her performance is guaranteed. Take off all your clothes and kneel."
At Peterson's command, the woman immediately stripped naked and dropped to her knees. Shame and disgust were written plainly across her face.
Her figure was stunningly beautiful. Her breasts weren't especially large, but her overall proportions were perfectly balanced, without a hint of excess flesh, and she had a healthy, athletic allure.
"How did you manage that?"
"This one was the Knight Commander of the Sirone Kingdom. She was also a woman the previous Emperor specifically ordered to be captured alive."
Just what kind of man was Ailes's father, anyway?
Peterson's words stirred Dong-hyun's curiosity about the previous Emperor. In Ailes's memories, he had been a good father and a good king. After Ailes's mother died young, he had poured himself into affairs of state and made the Krantz Empire prosperous and strong. Then he died suddenly at a young age, and Ailes had been forced to take the throne in haste — but he had, by all accounts, been a good emperor.
That things like this had been happening behind the scenes, however, was something even his own son Ailes had apparently never known.
"So you captured her and presented her to my father?"
"No. This one didn't come to me first. His Majesty intended to handle her personally, so she was kept in the Emperor's private underground dungeon."
It sounded like she had been in the same position Adrian was in now.
"So what happened?"
"Well, this one... she bit His late Majesty's manhood. He was badly injured, but it wasn't enough to castrate him, so they administered emergency treatment right away, from what I heard."
She had more guts than Dong-hyun had expected. Then again, if someone tried to make Adrian give a blowjob right now, she'd probably bite too. The previous Emperor must have assumed she was already broken. Apparently, that hadn't been the case.
It made Dong-hyun realize just how difficult true training really was. You couldn't see inside a person's heart, after all.
"Then how did you manage to make her submit like this?"
"That's exactly it! That's the key!"
Peterson eagerly jumped on Dong-hyun's words, thoroughly energized.
"This is the core of my theory of weaknesses. This one hasn't been trained, but she has at least submitted to me."
"How?"
"The truth is, her younger sister is alive in one of my dungeon cells. Living quite comfortably, I might add. As long as that sister is alive, this one will do anything I tell her to. Would you like to see?"
Dong-hyun nodded.
"Then if you'll excuse me for a moment."
Peterson pulled down his trousers and took out his grotesque cock. He brought it to the woman's mouth, and astonishingly, she stuck out her tongue, licked it, and began sucking with earnest effort.
"If you don't suck it properly, your sister goes hungry today."
At Peterson's words, she sucked even harder.
"You see? As long as I hold this one's weakness in my hand, she's a toy I can do whatever I want with. There's no need to train her any further. I let her visit her sister through the bars once a month. She needs to know her sister is doing well — that's what keeps her obedient. Nngh... I'm coming. Swallow every last drop."
Mid-sentence, Peterson apparently reached his limit and poured a thick load of semen into her mouth. She accepted it without resistance, then cleaned every last drop from his cock.
Looking at the act itself, she seemed completely broken — but her expression made it clear this wasn't something she was doing from the heart. Beside them, Princess Diona was watching with a restless, desperate look, as if she wanted to suck it herself. The contrast couldn't have been more different.
"So what's the connection between this woman and that princess?"
"Ah! After this one bit His late Majesty, he didn't kill her on the spot. He brought her to me instead. He said if I could train her and make her suck him again, he'd give me one of his slaves as a gift."
"So you succeeded, and that's how you got Princess Diona?"
"Exactly. Once you have someone's weakness, they'll obey even someone they utterly despise. His late Majesty was quite satisfied that day, and he bestowed Princess Diona upon me. After being dragged back to His Majesty, this one was used so brutally she couldn't think straight for a week — but she didn't die, and she's still being violated by me. In a way, her punishment has never ended."
She remained on her knees, staring blankly with eyes emptied of all hope. Even hearing her own story recounted, she didn't react. It was as if everything inside her had already been hollowed out.
All she seemed to think about anymore was keeping her younger sister alive.