The Monster of Desire, Orc Ganaris
Orc Ganaris was a monstrous, three-meter-tall, one-eyed giant—a living nightmare whose sheer, imposing presence was enough to freeze the blood in anyone's veins. Unlike other orcs, this beast possessed an abnormally voracious lust for women, and his phallus was rumored to be as long and thick as a grown man's thigh. The women violated by this monster inevitably met a gruesome end, their vaginas torn apart and their abdomens ruptured as their internal organs burst. Because the spectacle was so horrific and inflicted such ultimate humiliation, it was an execution reserved only for the most heinous criminals, and even then, carried out only on the rarest of occasions. It was the absolute worst punishment imaginable, a complete annihilation of humanity that no ordinary woman could even begin to fathom.
Tears of absolute terror and despair streamed uncontrollably from Risa's eyes. Her body, slumped limply on the floor, did nothing but twitch in faint, involuntary spasms. The sheer terror of the name "Orc Ganaris" consumed her soul so utterly that even the agony of the needles pierced through her nipples and clitoris, and the dildo shoved inside her vagina, began to fade into the background. The rising tide of disgust and extreme shame welling up from deep within her threatened to shatter whatever remained of her resolve.
Ah... No... Abel... Even amidst this ultimate terror, Risa's soul wept for the safety of her beloved. Though she screamed internally, her lips remained tightly sealed, stained with her own blood. Her naked form, collapsed on the floor and smeared with blood and bodily fluids, continued to shudder weakly. The hellish torment of the needles in her nipples and clitoris, along with the dildo in her vagina, still set her nerves ablaze, but the absolute dread and humiliation brought by the name "Orc Ganaris" completely overwhelmed her physical pain, dominating her consciousness. Summoning the last vestiges of her strength, Risa bit her lip as a crushing weight of grief and despair bore down upon her soul.
Baek Kang-ho looked down coldly at the broken woman, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a chilling light, resembling a conqueror who had achieved absolute dominion over a victim screaming in the depths of agony. The air in the Torture Chamber grew even heavier under the weight of this horrific atmosphere. He was utterly intoxicated by the satisfaction of having crushed the very last of Risa's mental fortitude.
"Treat her wounds." At Baek Kang-ho's command, the torturers' eyes widened in brief surprise. But as his next words followed, a sickening grin of understanding spread across their faces. "We must present her beautifully and deliciously for Orc Ganaris's enjoyment."
Those words pierced Risa's chest like a dagger. The realization that her body was to be treated as mere "prey" for a monster's amusement—and that she would be "beautified" specifically to be raped—inflicted a profound, existential humiliation upon her. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. On top of a body already battered to pieces, an even more grotesque form of degradation was drawing near. She glared at Baek Kang-ho with the last of her strength, but his face held nothing but smug, sadistic satisfaction. Then, as if driving the final nail into her coffin, Baek Kang-ho issued an even more depraved and chilling directive to the torturers. His voice was low, but it carried a blatant, demonic intent to maximize her suffering.
"Ah, and do not treat her burned vagina. She needs to feel every bit of the agonizing pain when she is being violated." The moment she heard those words, Risa's pupils dilated to their limits. Her eyes lost focus, staring blankly into the void. Her mind went completely numb, and an absolute, suffocating terror washed over her, as if her entire world had been turned upside down and plunged into darkness. The constant prickling pain of the needles in her nipples and clitoris persisted, but it was eclipsed by a far deeper, soul-rending agony. Just imagining the monster's massive phallus tearing into her already burned, raw vaginal walls once more made her feel as though her very soul was being ripped to shreds. Her body lay limp on the floor, trembling faintly.
"...Ah..." What escaped Risa's lips was no longer a scream or a groan, but the final, pathetic whimper of a being utterly crushed by pure terror. It was the silent cry of a soul that had surrendered all hope, a final gasp of agony as she plunged into an irreversible abyss of hell. This plan—combining the worst cruelty and depravity imaginable, fully befitting Baek Kang-ho's notorious reputation—was more than enough to shatter everything Risa was. Her beautiful, naked body was now being prepared as a sacrificial offering to a monster's insatiable greed and a human's monstrous cruelty.
Warm sunlight streamed into the cozy study, where steam rose in gentle curls from a teacup filled with fine black tea. Yet beneath this peaceful facade, a secret and cruel game was unfolding. Reclining in an armchair lavishly adorned with gold, Baek Jang-mi elegantly lifted her teacup. A faint, sickening smile of satisfaction played on her lips. Her gaze was fixed on the sex slave, Lee Ha-jin, who was kneeling on the plush carpet. Clad in a tattered, sweat-dampened maid uniform, Ha-jin held a thick, erotic novel in her trembling hands. Her face was flushed crimson with tension and shame, but she dared not look up, keeping her eyes glued to the pages as she stammered through the words.
"H-Hngh... H-His... ugh... massive... ah, p-phallus... his phallus... p-penetrated... her... v-vagina..." Due to her long life as a sex slave, Ha-jin was barely literate. The words tangled on the tip of her tongue, her phrasing was clumsy, and her agonizingly slow pace as she struggled to grasp the meaning made her feel utterly pathetic. With every single letter and sentence she forced out, Ha-jin's face contorted further with shame and dread.
Every time she made a mistake, the smooth legs of Cheon Su-ryeon—who stood rigidly atop a chair in front of Baek Jang-mi, her calves pressed tightly together in towering high heels—spasmed violently. Standing in heels that easily exceeded ten centimeters, Su-ryeon was forced to endure the bite of a sharp cane in Ha-jin's stead whenever the younger girl stumbled over a word or hesitated.
"S-She... gr-groaned..." As Ha-jin faltered once more, Alex acted as if he had been waiting for the cue. He brought the slender cane in his hand down with precise accuracy onto Cheon Su-ryeon's calves. *Crack!* Every time the cane struck Su-ryeon's slender calves, a sickening, sharp rupture echoed through the study.
"Mmh..." Yet, Cheon Su-ryeon suppressed her cry of agony. She bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow, refusing to let a single sound of pain escape. She knew that if she showed her suffering, Ha-jin would feel even more guilty and psychologically crushed. Out of consideration for the fragile girl, she stood firm and silently bore the torture. Despite her resolve, her calves were already covered in angry red welts. Countless cane marks overlapped one another, resembling an abstract painting drawn in blood. Her voluptuous calves were swollen and crimson, yet she stood absolutely motionless amidst the agony. After all, this was entirely a game for Baek Jang-mi's amusement.
Baek Jang-mi savored the spectacle with a look of pure satisfaction. Lest her tea grow cold, she lifted her cup again, inhaling its rich aroma. Ha-jin's stuttering voice, the sharp crack of the cane striking Su-ryeon's flesh, and the faint, muffled whimpers that followed—to her, this was the most perfect symphony, the ultimate entertainment to cure her boredom. The depraved, lustful smile on her face grew even wider. "Keep reading, Ha-jin. The most interesting part is about to begin." Baek Jang-mi's languid, cruel voice echoed through the study. Trembling from head to toe, Ha-jin dared not disobey and turned her eyes back to the book. Though Su-ryeon's calves were already bruised purple, the whipping showed no signs of stopping. In this private, corrupted study, the horrific game of the three women continued.
Yet, what weighed most heavily on Su-ryeon's mind was not the lashing of her calves or this humiliating, depraved game. Even at this very moment, her heart was pounding violently with the knowledge that Baek Kang-ho had raided the Revolutionary Army's hideout. Her mind was entirely consumed by worry for the safety of Risa and Abel. The burning agony in her calves was nothing compared to the boiling anxiety in her chest. Abel, Risa... Please be safe... I beg of you. With every strike of the cane against her flesh, Su-ryeon focused her mind, willingly accepting the pain. Though her beautiful body was already covered in burst capillaries and dark bruises, she did not care. Her gaze seemed to look far into the distance, as if staring at a remote battlefield, a noble resolve burning within her eyes. I can take as many lashes to my calves as they want. This pain is nothing. In her steadfast heart, there was room only for a desperate prayer for the safety of her comrades.
Though Baek Jang-mi's sickeningly lustful smile and Ha-jin's trembling voice filled the room, Su-ryeon's mind had already traveled far away to the rebels' hideout. She refused to close her eyes despite the pain. Even as Baek Jang-mi watched with sadistic pleasure as her beautiful calves were torn open by the cane, Su-ryeon's thoughts remained solely with the Revolutionary Army. Rather than the physical agony of her bleeding legs, it was the dread of a potential tragedy involving Abel and Risa that gnawed deepest at her heart. The sight of Su-ryeon enduring all this shame and torment was utterly tragic, yet it revealed an unparalleled beauty and devotion.
It was then that the heavy study door opened silently, casting Baek Kang-ho's long shadow across the room. At his entrance, the depraved atmosphere that had filled the study instantly froze. The moment Baek Jang-mi's eyes found him, a low, firm command slipped from her lips. "Stop." At that single word, Ha-jin dropped the erotic novel with a thud, letting out a long sigh of relief. Her pale face was a complex mix of shame, terror, and relief. Alex, who had been holding the cane high in preparation for the next strike, also froze and slowly lowered his hand. Absolute obedience was written all over his stoic face. Alex bowed deeply, showing his respect to Baek Kang-ho.
Even as everything ground to a halt, Cheon Su-ryeon remained standing on the chair, her calves pressed tightly together. Her legs were already covered in a horrific lattice of red welts and dark bruises, but the pain was the furthest thing from her mind. Su-ryeon's gaze was locked entirely on Baek Kang-ho. In her eyes lay a desperate hope mixed with a suffocating tension. Sensing that the fate of the Revolutionary Army—and the answers regarding Risa and Abel's safety—would soon fall from Baek Kang-ho's lips, her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.