Subjugating the Female General (32)
She couldn't even cover herself. A knight's grip still had her arms wrenched behind her back, and Teresa's face trembled with shame.
She was well past fifty, yet her body had lost none of its firmness. Adrian had taken after her mother more than her father — that brilliant red hair, those heavy breasts, still as taut and full as ever.
"Well now... if I'd known your body was this beautiful, I never would have let Leon have you back then. What a shame..."
"D-don't look..."
Teresa's voice shook, but Duke Silvestri had no intention of listening. He stepped closer and crouched in front of her, then reached out and cupped her breasts in both hands, lifting them as if to weigh them.
Those heavy breasts filled his palms. He flexed his fingers and squeezed.
"I've taken more women than I can count, but I've never felt a body this firm. Ah — wait. There is one. Your daughter Adrian. She had quite the spring to her as well."
"What?! Where is Adrian right now? Did you kidnap her?"
Even as his hands worked over her chest, Teresa shouted as if that violation barely registered beside the mention of her daughter's name.
"I had to send Adrian back in one piece, so I couldn't really have my way with her. But I felt her up while I was stripping off her armor, and she was about as firm as you. Or was she firmer? Kahahaha! That little bitch talked so big, but once the drugs put her under she was no different from any other woman. I squeezed her tits and her cunt and she just kept snoring away."
"Where is Adrian?!"
Teresa exploded at his words.
"Where do you think? Be nice to me and I might just tell you."
"Nngh..."
Teresa pressed her lips shut. Then she looked at him again.
"Is she... at least alive?"
Her voice sounded as if tears might spill at any moment.
"She's alive. I wouldn't throw away merchandise that fine so easily. Probably."
All the while, Silvestri kept toying with her breasts. He pinched both nipples and tugged, and a moan tore out of her.
"Nngh!"
"How can you treat me like this? I am the lady of House Wendelin!"
"You're headed for the executioner's block anyway. What's the harm if I play with you a little first?"
"Play with me? Are you treating me like some common whore?"
"A whore? Pffft... From this moment on you'll be treated as something less than human. Being a whore would be an upgrade, don't you think?"
Duke Silvestri had a long history of abducting women, torturing them, and breaking them into sex slaves. To him, women were nothing more than holes to fuck — but Teresa was different. She held a special meaning even for a man like him.
She was the only woman who had ever made him feel defeat, the one thing a man who had never wanted for anything could not have. Because she had married into House Wendelin, no scheme of his had ever been enough to put her in his hands. When Leon Wendelin died, hope had flickered — only for a brilliant hero to appear at Adrian's side and snuff it out.
He had been ready to give up forever. And then this chance had fallen into his lap.
Teresa was a woman he wanted to take his time destroying. He wanted to make her beg. He wanted to watch her break.
He squeezed her soft breasts, savoring them, then let his hand slide downward. She had taken good care of herself, but age had left a slight softness at her belly. Duke Silvestri found even that pleasant to the touch.
"Stop it!! What do you think you're doing?!"
Teresa shouted at him as he groped her without the slightest hesitation, but he didn't even pretend to hear. The lecherous gleam in his eyes and the crawl of his hands over her body made her skin crawl.
"Have you been taking care of yourself since Leon died?"
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"How did you do it? When you were alone? Can you show me?"
"Don't be insane. You've completely lost your mind!"
Teresa refused him at every word, but opening her mouth was all she could do. Meanwhile, Duke Silvestri's fingers pushed into her sex.
"Nngh! Don't touch me!!"
She snarled at him, but he didn't so much as flinch. His fingers kept moving, massaging the folds around her labia, and Teresa's body shuddered — not from pleasure, but from the sheer humiliation and revulsion of those fingers on her.
"You!!! You despicable bastard!! And you call yourself a duke of the Kairan Kingdom? Forcing yourself on a defenseless woman — is that what a duke does?!"
"Heh... Still got some fire in you. I wonder how much cuter you'll sound in a little while."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"Heh heh. That's right. This is the best part. If it were too easy, it wouldn't be any fun."
He never stopped moving his fingers as he spoke. No matter how much a woman despised the man touching her, a body stimulated long enough would grow wet of its own accord. He kept rubbing that sensitive place, and before long she was slick. Only then did he pull his fingers free and hold them up to her face.
"Starting to feel it, aren't you?"
He pinched his thumb and middle finger together, then drew them apart. A thin, glistening thread stretched between them.
"Hmph! You clearly don't know much about a woman's body. That's perfectly natural."
Even then, Teresa refused to surrender her dignity.
"Heh. Fine. Let's see how long that lasts."
He pushed his fingers into her wet cunt. Teresa's insides clenched around him with a tightness that defied her fifty-odd years.
"You haven't been with anyone since your husband died? Not even a decent servant in this whole ducal house?"
"I am not that kind of woman!"
"Damn... this pussy feels incredible. I think it might snap my fingers off."
Teresa protested, but his filthy talk never stopped. The wetness welling up from inside her grew heavier, and his fingers moved faster.
Schlick... schlick...
The wet friction of her own juices was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Teresa bit down hard on her lip, fighting to keep the moans from escaping. He was a man she loathed — and yet, to her despair, pleasure was rising from below.
Silvestri sped up his hand and brought his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple and rolling it with his tongue. His hand was soaked now, slick with her juices, and her nipples had swollen hard.
"Nngh.... Stop... nngh!! Stop it!!"
She twisted and writhed, trying to escape his fingers, but she couldn't break the grip of the two knights holding her. In the end, moans spilled from her lips whether she wanted them or not. It had been a very long time since she had felt an orgasm.
"Nngh... haaahn!! N-no!! Hyaaaaahn!!"
A fountain erupted from Teresa's cunt. Her hips shuddered as she squirted in three successive bursts.
"Kahahahaha! You're a woman after all. Who knew you'd come this spectacularly."
"Haa... haa..."
She didn't even have the strength to answer.
"Let her go."
The knights released her, and Teresa sagged, limp. The aftershocks of her climax still hadn't faded.
"How about you masturbate for me yourself now? Ah — up there on the table would be perfect."
Duke Silvestri pointed to the dining table.
"You think I'd do something like that?"
One orgasm hadn't broken her spirit.
"Mm. I think you probably will."
"You're insane."
Teresa glared at him as she spoke.
"Heh. Before long you'll be fingering yourself, sucking my cock, and begging me to put it in your cunt."
"Hmph! If I ever do what you just said, I'll become your dog for real! Stop talking nonsense."
"Is that so? Fine. If those words don't come out of your mouth before the day is over, I'll wipe your family's treason charges clean. How about it? Want to make a wager?"
"Fine! I'll take that bet."
Teresa was defiant. She knew she would never say such a thing to Duke Silvestri. She could endure any torture he threw at her. There were roughly eight hours left in the day — more than enough time to hold out.
"Good. Bring her in."
Duke Silvestri gestured to a knight. One of them left the room and returned shortly with someone in tow.
The moment Teresa saw who it was, her eyes flooded with horror.
It was her own daughter. Arisa.
"You were hoping to at least save the daughter who was still alive, weren't you? Too bad. We already have her."
At those words, despair drowned Teresa's eyes. Arisa had fled the estate, but she hadn't gotten far. One of the spies Duke Silvestri had planted in advance had been watching the grounds; he had seized the fleeing girl and delivered her to the duke.
"M-Mother!!"
Arisa had been dragged back to the mansion, and the sight of Teresa in that wretched state tore a cry from her throat. Being captured by Duke Silvestri had already been despair enough — but she had never imagined her mother would be reduced to this.
"A...risa..."
Fortunately, Arisa didn't appear to have been beaten or otherwise violated.
"Well? Feeling more inclined to climb up on that table and touch yourself? If you'd rather not, I'll have Arisa do it instead."
The moment those words left Duke Silvestri's mouth, the despair in Teresa's eyes deepened even further.