Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Squishy Prisoner #2
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A healthy woman's body is generally full of curves.
Elga, the lady of the Lioness family, was no exception.
Her massively swollen breasts, narrow waist, and plump hips were proof—despite her upbringing on the battlefield.
Of course, there were parts that weren't like that. Like her firmly toned abs or arms, for instance.
With that in mind, I planned to inspect every inch of Elga's body from now on, figuring out exactly where and how it was shaped.
"Lie down here for now."
"W-What are you trying to do…!"
I first laid Elga—her arms bound with a handkerchief handcuff—onto her bed. She hesitated but didn't put up much resistance.
She must have been afraid of the "punishment" she'd get if she didn't obey.
I lifted Elga's bound hands above her head.
This revealed the armpit hidden beneath her tautly flexed arms.
Srrk.
I trailed one finger slowly from her left elbow, along her biceps, and up to her armpit. Her skin was warm, smooth, and soft.
"Ugh, that tickles…!"
"Does it tickle like this?"
I poked her armpit. The flesh there was so squishy it felt like my finger might sink deep inside.
"G-Get your hand away…!"
But Elga didn't seem to like having her armpit touched, so I removed my hand as she asked.
Srrk—.
Now my hand slid toward her side. It brushed her firm flank before caressing her toned stomach.
"Uuugh…."
Elga shuddered, her body twitching bit by bit.
Even without touching direct erogenous zones like her breasts or pussy, just handling her heated body was enough to deliver plenty of sexual stimulation.
I'd vaguely sensed it while teasing Mirna's ears and nape, but unlike men—whose sensations are mostly concentrated in their genitals—an aroused woman's body could turn almost anywhere into an erogenous zone.
「Calm Situation Judgment!
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I see.
I continued stroking her stomach and sides with gentle touches. Rubbing her belly in circles like a massage with both hands, while occasionally grazing the undersides of her breasts.
"Huu, huug…."
Hot breaths escaped Elga's lips unfiltered with every movement of my hands.
Her rising body temperature made it clear her arousal was building steadily.
Of course, no need to point it out—droplets of love juices were already trickling from between her thighs, soaking the bed.
Drip.
Honestly, her legs were spread wide enough that I could thrust right in without issue, but I wanted to learn more about Elga.
Where and how to touch her to make her feel good. What would really get her going.
My takeaway so far? Elga got pleasure and loved it no matter where I touched. Was she naturally promiscuous? Or was it because it was me touching her?
Srrk.
I parted her thighs slightly. This let me see thick love juices beading and dripping from between her spread labia.
I used my fingers to spread her soft, plump pussy lips left and right.
"…Ahh…!"
Naturally, even that simple motion made Elga's body quiver.
Squish.
My fingers easily got slick with her sticky fluids. I held them up near her face and said,
"Lady Elga, you're even more of a pervert than I thought. Getting off on being treated like a prisoner like this."
"…Prisoner?"
Elga reacted to the word "prisoner."
With her experience capturing tons of prisoners and slaves on the battlefield, she probably knew their treatment better than I did.
Maybe I could use this situation to my advantage, so I quickly added,
"You're my prisoner right now, Lady Elga."
"Urgh…."
Of course, Elga just flushed red with indignation and turned her head away petulantly.
"But getting your pussy all lewdly soaked while captured as a prisoner? That makes you a pervert, Lady Elga."
"P-Pu…? Shut up! That's… because you're tormenting me…!"
Elga couldn't admit she was lewd or aroused. Was it her pride from living her whole life as the eldest daughter of the great Lioness family?
Or maybe the noble idea that "lewd woman = improper" was ingrained in her head. She couldn't even repeat the word "pussy," which was probably her own sense of chastity.
"So, what happens to prisoners captured on the battlefield?"
"……."
"What about pretty prisoners like you, Lady Elga? What would a enemy commander do after capturing the lady of a great house?"
"……."
Elga didn't answer. But I could see fear mixing into her sea-blue eyes.
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Elga had gone to war from a young age.
The battlefield, where blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
In war, human lives were worth less than a candle in the wind, snuffed out for all sorts of reasons.
It was only natural. They charged at each other with swords, spears, and shields for close-quarters slaughter. No noble duels with judges or rules for nobles.
Just pure murderous intent, hatred, and survival instinct.
In that chaos, prisoners captured alive made perfect scapegoats for all that resentment and hate.
—We captured the witch! Grabbed the mage—!
—You bitch! How many of my comrades died because of you—!
Especially for female prisoners on the battlefield, their treatment was often as horrific as death. They had to endure the raw curses and lusts of blood-pumped soldiers.
—I'll make you birth as many as you killed…!!!
—Nooo, no…!!!
"Birth as many as you killed."
That old Angmar custom for female captives meant days of horror ahead.
—Heh heh, look at her. She was rampaging on the field, but now she's just a meek lamb?
—Kuh…! Kill me…! Urgh….
—You say that, but you're enjoying it too.
Even the proud female knight Elga dueled, or the savage warriors—as long as they were women—couldn't endure the humiliation and broke.
—Haaang…! More… give me more…!
—Stop! Enough, no more's coming out…! Someone switch with me…. This witch bitch…. Gaaack….
Suddenly, Elga felt fear.
What if she lost and got captured?
She was the lady of one of the continent's most storied great houses. Sometimes they'd hold her for ransom without touching her, treating her well.
But plenty of people gnashed their teeth at the Lioness family for their battlefield exploits, and there was no guarantee their hatred wouldn't engulf her.
So Elga never lost to anyone, honing her ferocity to dominate the field. Losing meant losing everything—and more.
She'd plummet thoroughly to rock bottom.
Having climbed higher than anyone and looked down disdainfully on all, her fall would be the highest too.
It sent chills down her spine.
In fact, Elga had been captured once. Around twelve years old, still a green novice who hadn't even wielded her family's heirloom weapons.
The southern viscount who caught her tried to make her his wife, not just a prisoner.
"The dress I prepared suits you perfectly."
"Let me go! If it's ransom, my father will pay!"
"Ransom? Don't need it. What I want isn't money. Mix Lioness blood into ours, and House Boldmore will rise high. Heh heh heh—. Wait, really twelve? Those tits—. Gah—!
"Get lost!"
"Urk, ack! Hff—. What kind of girl's punch is this…. Even a little Lioness girl like you? Lock her in the room till her strength fades! No food either!"
"Let go! I'll kill you!"
Of course, no disaster happened. Lioness forces razed Boldmore's castle, leaving not even a stone unburnt.
After that, Elga vowed never to be taken prisoner again. It wasn't just about her—it endangered the whole family….
"You're my prisoner, Lady Elga. Got it?"
But now, why was she the one captured? Elga's mind went blank.
The man looming over her darkly continued,
"You and House Lioness destroyed my family. I'm holding you captive as revenge."
Destroyed my family?
Only then did Elga realize who this man was. One of the countless foes her house had crushed.
But how?
The Lioness way was to exterminate utterly—no child spared—to prevent vengeful sparks.
Lions tore even the cubs apart.
Or those cubs might grow to bite their necks someday.
"Now's the time to truly avenge my house."
A seed they'd overlooked had grown and bound her. When did I lose? Was there a war? Elga's mind was pure chaos.
She wanted to escape, but her arms, raised above her head, felt chained by iron shackles. A collar around her neck too.
What the hell!?
Then the man's hand began slowly stroking her thigh. It felt like a snake with bared fangs slithering up—utterly horrifying.
Elga opened her mouth to resist.
"…Stop…."
But her commanding battlefield voice was gone, replaced by the pathetic tremble of a newborn lamb leaking from her lips.
No strength in her limbs.
"…Stop, stop it…!"
"You say you hate it, but your pussy's drenched. Deep down, you want it forced on you, right?"
"What? What kind of idiot talk is that—! Stop—! Do you know who I am?"
"I do. Lady Elga, eldest daughter of a great house. Flower of the battlefield."
"I-If you touch me, no ransom! My father will kill you!"
"Ransom…? Oh, I don't need that. My goal's your body itself."
"Hiii…!"
Elga thrashed in resistance, but it was useless. Her hands were tightly bound, and the man's strength pinning her was greater than expected.
"Resisting makes it annoying, so doggy style it is. Feels more like a real prisoner this way, right?"
He flipped Elga onto her stomach, hiking her ass high. Then something thick and hot rubbed greedily between her cheeks.
"Ugh, ah…! Urrgh."
"Already so wet, no more foreplay needed."
It was doom. Ruin breaching the gates.
"Now, time to pump you full of babies. To revive my fallen house, you'll have to work hard, Lady Elga."
"No…! Nooo…!"
Elga's body shivered. As she trembled helplessly, the man slowly overlaid his body.
Soon, the vivid sensation of something piercing her depths.
Gulp.
"Ugh, your temperature's so high."
"Uuugh…!"
Elga's mind went white. Her scalp tingled, her back arched as blood boiled through her.
But ignoring her state, the man began snapping his hips vigorously.
Tzup, tzup, splap splap, squelch squelch, tzup—.
Like handling a prisoner. Like a bitch mounted by a stud. Raw, primal thrusts.
"Lady Elga, you've lived on fine food and clothes. How's it feel being pinned and fucked by a lowly ex-slave like me?"
The man's panting grew louder.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
His weight from behind grew heavier, the cock buried inside her churning her guts, swelling impossibly bigger.
Elga started getting scared.
"What would Sir Reinhardt think seeing this? His carefully raised daughter getting railed by a baseborn slave…."
"Hah, uhn, ugh, huu…! Stop, stop…! Kill me, just kill me…!"
"Little brother Richard would grieve knowing the truth. His big sis pregnant with a fallen house's kid, birthing and raising it—."
"Uu, huuuk…."
Elga's vision blurred. Tears streamed down her face.
Pang pang pang pang—.
Her lower belly twitched at the pounding into her ass. Amid the relentless act, Elga couldn't think straight.
Swoosh.
Then the man's hands slid up from her belly. He grabbed her breasts with both, tugging nipples as he pleased.
Squish squish knead knead.
"A body perfect for making babies."
Such brutal handling.
Elga felt utter humiliation—she wanted to die. Yet her body spread eerie pleasure to every corner.
"Swinging this slutty body across battlefields. Plenty of soldiers must've jerked off to you, huh? All those virile young men."
"Huu, uk, hun, un, ugh."
The man focused on breaking and raping Elga. Ruthlessly attacking her mind to drag her to despair.
His tongue struck like a snake finding gaps, hitting her psyche dead-on.
No knight, savage, or soldier had ever attacked her so sharply.
"You'll get pregnant, Lady Elga. Lioness's eldest birthing the enemy's child. Nothing more satisfying."
His voice, laced with strange magic, conjured the image in her head: her swollen with foe's seed.
—You're a disgrace to Lioness. You're no longer my daughter.
—Can't call you sis anymore. Why live in such humiliation instead of honorable suicide?
Merciless to the defeated, Lioness would abandon her.
"No…! Don't cum inside…! You pervert bastard…!"
"No. I'm cumming inside."
"You dog, I'll kill you…! Stop, stop…!"
Elga resisted. But that only sped his hips, his breaths rougher.
She knew from watching prisoners: a captive woman's struggles thrilled men more.
'Just kill yourself. Or enjoy it.'
She'd thought that of them, but experiencing it herself showed how irresponsible it was.
Dying was scary, after all.
And no one could enjoy this humiliation.
"Hff, gonna cum soon. Inside. Cumming inside."
"Uuk, uk, uk, uuk, hun, uuk."
Srrk, srrk.
Then Elga felt the bonds on her hands loosening from all the shaking. The handkerchief cuffs had slackened.
"Uuk…!"
Finally, the man glued to her back groaned like an arrow-struck beast and froze.
Elga freed her hands and seized his throat with all her might. It wasn't as thick as expected—quite slender.
"Die…!!!"