Chapter 32. That's Not Torture (3)
That's Not Torture (3)
He left the dungeon without looking back. The iron door slammed shut, plunging the room back into darkness.
Bella lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.
Every inch of her body ached as if it had been shattered, yet a crazed smile curled at the corners of her lips.
With trembling fingers, she dipped them into the pool of Lucian's cum that had spilled onto the floor and was now trickling down her thighs.
"Mmm... yes... Master's scent..."
She slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. Even if it burned like poison, searing her tongue and scorching her throat, the pain was intoxicatingly sweet.
"More... give me more... I feel like I'll die if I don't get it..."
As long as she held information, she knew Lucian would keep coming back.
To him, this hellish underground dungeon was nothing more than a trash bin—but to Bella, it was a lavish banquet table where she could feast on her master's seed every night.
She needed to change tactics.
The next day.
When Lucian unlocked the chains, Bella collapsed onto the floor like a discarded rag.
Her wrists were red and bruised from the restraints, her chest and thighs mottled with crimson handprints.
But Lucian gave her no time to recover.
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward a bizarre chair in the corner of the room—a grotesque contraption with a hollowed-out center and leg supports designed to spread the occupant wide open.
"Sit."
"Ugh... what kind of fun do you have planned for me today...?"
Bella obeyed, anticipation flickering in her eyes as she settled into the chair.
Lucian strapped her ankles down with leather restraints, forcing her thighs apart until her most intimate parts were exposed to the open air.
From a nearby shelf, he retrieved a cold metal tool—a speculum, its adjustable screws designed to pry open even the tightest of entrances.
"Let's see just how far a nightmare's hole can stretch."
"No! I hate metal... it's too cold! Fuck, just use your dick instead! Please!"
Ignoring her protests, Lucian shoved the ungreased, icy instrument against her asshole.
Click.
"Ahh—!"
The foreign intrusion and the chill made her muscles clench instinctively, but Lucian remained indifferent as he began turning the screw.
Creak. Creak.
The metal jaws slowly but relentlessly forced her open, stretching her clenched sphincter to the point of tearing.
"Ah! Ah! It's ripping! But it feels... it feels... my ass is... ahhh, it's splitting open!"
"Stop exaggerating. I can see everything inside."
"Hmph. Doesn't look any different from a human's hole."
Lucian knew better, of course—but he twisted the screw to its limit anyway, locking her in place.
Bella's asshole was now stretched wider than a silver coin, her trembling inner flesh unable to resist the metal's grip.
Lucian smirked as he peered inside.
"Disgusting slut. Spread open like this, I can see all the way into your rectum. The way your insides twitch is pathetic."
"Now that it's open, I should fill it up."
"Mmm, yes..."
Lucian picked up one of the thick candles burning on the table.
Molten wax dripped from the wick, pooling at the base.
"Ah... no way...!"
Bella thrashed, but her restraints left her no escape.
Lucian pressed the base of the candle into her gaping hole.
Squelch.
"..."
One wasn't enough—so he added two more.
Three candles now jutted obscenely from her ass, wax dripping steadily onto the floor beneath her.
"You like it hot, don't you?"
"By morning, these will melt enough to give your insides a nice, warm coating. Look forward to it."
Bella jerked violently.
"You're just gonna leave me like this?! Fuck me at least, you sadistic bastard! This isn't even torture anymore!"
"Please, just cum inside me~ Why are you being so stingy? Am I really that special to you?"
Her desperate pleas only confirmed the effectiveness of his methods.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Leaving her curses and the falling wax behind, Lucian exited the dungeon without another word.
The following evening, Lucian returned with another speculum in hand.
The candles in Bella's ass had melted away, leaving her hole blackened and scorched.
"Ugh... you... bastard... how could you do this to a lady... I was so bored I thought I'd die..."
This woman was undeniably a hardcore masochist.
Bella sagged limply in the chair, her body still bound. Days of psychological torment and semen withdrawal had left her with dark circles under her eyes and dried drool at the corners of her mouth.
Lucian removed the speculum from her ass and asked for her thoughts—
"Master... enough of this... just hurry up and..."
Her weak plea was met with a whistle as Lucian stepped between her legs.
"Today, I'll open both holes at once. Let's get some airflow going."
He pressed the cold metal tool against her dripping pussy.
Like one of Pavlov's dogs, her already-soaked entrance swallowed it effortlessly.
Click.
Then, the back.
The speculum slid into her still-reddened asshole, still tender from yesterday's wax torture.
"Ghhhk—!"
The sensation of being filled—but not by warm flesh, only unyielding steel.
Lucian began turning the screws simultaneously.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
"Ah! Ahh! AHHH!"
Bella's screams tore through the dungeon as her pussy and ass were forcibly spread apart.
Her muscles strained to their limits, but the merciless screws showed no mercy.
"Ah, what a sight."
Lucian crossed his arms, admiring his handiwork.
Bella's lower half was now fully on display—her pussy stretched wider than a silver coin, her inner walls glistening with arousal, while her asshole gaped obscenely, revealing the twitching pink flesh inside.
"Mmm... ugh... so cold... so empty... fill me..."
Her holes were spread wide open—yet the one thing she craved was missing.
That unbearable void.
For a succubus, being left gaping without being filled was psychological torture beyond endurance—especially when combined with withdrawal symptoms.
Lucian tapped a finger against the exposed flesh inside her ass.
"Empty here too."
Then, he prodded deep into her pussy.
"And here. So hollow I can hear the wind whistling."
"Stop! Please... just fuck me already! I'm going insane!"
Bella writhed helplessly.
Her stretched-open holes, unable to close, convulsed pathetically at his touch, dripping with arousal.
"Ah... fuck... I hate this... it's not fun anymore..."
Her pupils were dilated, her focus slipping.
After tasting the divine potency of the Count's seed, Bella had been thrust into hell.
Nothing else could sate the void gnawing at her bones. The thirst, the deprivation of her mana—it was agony worse than death for a succubus.
"Please... fuck me... ruin me... knock me up if you have to... just give me that burning heat..."
All pride as a nightmare was gone. All she wanted was to be filled, to have her insides scorched by Lucian's searing cum.
Finally satisfied, Lucian nodded. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his raging cock, shoving it in front of Bella's face.
Thump.
The thick shaft swayed before her eyes, its musky scent assaulting her senses.
"Want a taste?"
"Yes! Yes! Let me! Give it to me!"
She lunged forward, mouth open and tongue out—but the chains held her back.
Lucian smirked and stepped around to the head of the table where Bella lay upside down.
"Open wide."
He gripped her jaw roughly, forcing her mouth open before driving his cock between her lips.
"Mmh... slurp..."
The moment he entered her, Bella's eyes changed.
Like a starved beast, yet with the instinctive skill of a succubus, she welcomed him.
Her tongue moved unlike any human's—flexible, sinuous, coiling around his shaft like a serpent.
She flattened it, wrapping the entire head in a single slick motion.
Slurp. Lick.
"Ngh..."
A low groan escaped Lucian's lips.
Bella's tongue swirled around his slit before sliding down to tease the sensitive ridge beneath, scraping it with expert precision.
This wasn't just sucking—her entire mouth worked in waves, massaging him with vacuum-like pressure.
Schlick. Slurp. Slop.
"Haah... as expected of a succubus. Your tongue clings like it won't let go."
Bella traced every vein with her tongue, as if savoring the promise of what was to come.
Lucian looked down at her face—
Upside down in his vision, her disheveled purple hair spilled over the table's edge, her sensual features stretched obscenely around his cock.
The sight sent his sadism soaring.
Just letting her suck isn't enough. I need to fuck her.
He gripped her hair like handles.
"Now... I'll take over."
"Ghk?!"
Lucian thrust deep, slamming his cock into her throat.
Gag!
The head struck the back of her mouth, forcing her esophagus open.
Bella's eyes rolled back. Choking, gagging—but Lucian didn't care as he began pistoning into her.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ghk! Ghk! Ghk!"
Her head jerked violently in his grip as his monstrous shaft violated her throat.
Each brutal push made her cheeks bulge obscenely.
Slurp! Slap! Drip!
Drool foamed at the corners of her mouth, streaming down her forehead.
"Gag! Cough! Ghk!"
"Now, talk. What's Belial's plan? And where is he now?"
[Images: Four illustrations depicting the scene—Bella bound in the chair, her holes spread open by the speculums, Lucian's cock thrusting into her throat, her face contorted in pleasure-pain.]