The Broken Faith
Even as her mouth screamed that she hated it, her body remained shamelessly honest. The moment Cleopatra saw her former subordinates standing before her, manipulated by shadows, she—Antonius no longer—was seized by a thick, visceral terror unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“Wh… what is this…? Just what… what the hell are you trying to do?”
Her voice came out rigid and frozen. In response, the demon girl said nothing. She simply snapped her fingers lightly.
At once—
“Graaaaaah!!!”
“!!! W-wait, what is this?!”
Her subordinates immediately charged at Cleopatra. Without hesitation, their rough hands began to grope and fondle her body. Her chest, once firm with hardened muscle, was now swollen with heavy mounds of fat. The sensation of those coarse palms roughly kneading her breasts filled Cleopatra with such unbearable torment that she finally realized exactly what kind of fate awaited her.
“Kuh! You… you filthy bastards! How… how can you do something like this… hngh! Kk!”
Not satisfied with merely turning her body into a woman, the demon girl had now begun to humiliate her using her own former subordinates. Cleopatra tried to hurl curses at the girl committing this utterly horrific and cruel act, but even that had become nearly impossible for her.
“N-no… not there… hngh! Th-this feels wrong… it’s disgusting! I hate it! I hate this!”
Until now, Cleopatra had endured the harshest tortures without so much as flinching. But the torment being inflicted on her body right now far surpassed anything she had experienced before. If one spoke only of physical pain, it wasn’t nearly as intense as what she had already suffered. However, the sensation this torture brought—the way it maximized mental anguish rather than bodily pain—was proving utterly fatal to her current self.
Throughout all her previous torture, she had always clung to a sense of mission in the corner of her heart: that everything was for Him. The more her body suffered, the deeper her devotion to Him grew, and the greater the reward He would grant her. That was what she had believed.
But this torture… this was not simply inflicting physical pain. It was something that tore her very foundation to shreds. The humiliation and agony it brought began to shake the roots of her fundamental faith.
And as she watched the man who had once stood like an unyielding stone now writhing in torment as a broken woman, the demon girl—Elisa—spoke to her in a cold voice.
“Ah… aaaaaah…!”
At those words, her subordinates tore open her top. The sudden exposure of her bare breasts, accompanied by an overwhelming wave of unbearable shame, plunged Cleopatra into deep terror.
“N-no…”
Watching her subordinates reach for her breasts, a scream tore from Cleopatra’s throat.
*
About thirty minutes after Elisa had entered the prison cell.
While waiting at the entrance to the prison block, my ears were assaulted by an incredibly awkward series of sounds.
“N… no more… I can’t… I can’t take any more…”
“Hehe… Is that all you’ve got? I never imagined the man who cut off my breasts would be this weak.”
“S-stooooop… I’m… I’m becoming strange… I’m not myself anymore… aaaaah…”
“Now then… these are the special tentacles I’ve been raising. I wonder how much longer you can endure?”
“Stop… stop it… ugh! Gulp! Guuuulp!”
“Hehe, who would have thought you’d get this wet… Saying you hate it with your mouth, yet your body is so honest?”
The elf assassin’s lines grew increasingly vulgar, sounding like they had been lifted straight from some cheap torture porn. Honestly, I found it rather arousing, but I did my best not to show it. Instead, I desperately tried to steer my thoughts elsewhere—toward a serious contemplation of the demon race.
‘The demon race, huh…’
It was something I had felt for a while, but this incident made it even clearer. Elisa—no, the demon race as a whole—was truly terrifying.
‘They are kinder than anyone to those they recognize as their own, but utterly merciless to their enemies. Well, considering everything they’ve suffered until now, this kind of behavior is only natural.’
From the beginning, the demon race had been discriminated against and rejected by other races for generations. The racial war had been the final blow. As a result, their sense of kinship was stronger than any other species, but conversely, their hatred and desire for revenge against their enemies was also the most intense of any race.
It was only natural that they could carry out such merciless torture with a smile.
‘Or… maybe it’s just Elisa’s personality…’
Having worked alongside her many times as the Demon King’s escort, I had come to understand what kind of woman Elisa was. She enjoyed torture, yet she also had an unexpectedly shy side that made her strangely cute. If not for the Demon King, I might have developed quite a deep fondness for her. Lately, I had even begun treating her with a certain degree of friendliness.
‘Though she does seem to get especially embarrassed whenever I talk to her.’
While thinking about such trivial matters, I quietly gazed at the sky visible through the window in front of me. Despite all these efforts, the lewd moans mixed with screams continued to reach my ears. In the end, feeling my body had reached its limit, I had no choice but to stand up.
‘This is impossible! No matter how much I try to think of other things, there’s a limit. How am I supposed to endure it when there’s literal porn playing at full volume right next to me?’
Honestly, I had held out quite a long time. Leaving those words behind, I stepped outside. For some reason, the image of Her Majesty the Demon King flashed through my mind at that moment.
‘I really regret not making faster progress with her…’
*
About two days had passed since the man named Antonius had become the woman named Cleopatra.
Whether one called it short or long, in that time, he—no, she—had changed in countless ways.
“Haa… haaa… hngh!… Haa…”
Just two days ago, she still carried the spirit of a proud warrior of the Elf Theocracy. But now, as she lay convulsing on the floor, not a trace of that remained. Her entire body was covered in sticky fluids, her eyes dark and lifeless. All that was left was the appearance of a broken bitch, devoid of any dignity or strength.
Looking down at her, Elisa asked in a voice dripping with sensuality.
“So… are you finally in the mood to talk?”
“Ah… aaah…”
“Speak. Tell me why you orchestrated this incident and exactly who is behind you. Everything.”
At Elisa’s words, Cleopatra’s trembling gaze turned toward her. Her lips moved as if trying to say something, but then—
For a brief moment, a faint light returned to her eyes as she spoke in a shaking voice.
“Kuh… K-kill… me…”
“Hmm… Even after all that, you still haven’t completely broken?”
“…”
Cleopatra simply stared at her without answering. Her face was flushed red, and her entire body still burned with unquenched arousal. Nevertheless, clinging to the last shred of her will—or perhaps driven by something else—she once again expressed her refusal.
However—
“I suppose there’s no helping it. If you still show no reaction after all this, I should just give up.”
“!”
“Since there’s no sign you’ll ever bend, I’ll have to try with someone else. I thought the leader would at least have some useful information.”
“!!… W-wait… does that mean… you’re not going to torment me anymore…?”
“You asked me to kill you, didn’t you? I’ll kill you. Just as you wish. Very painfully.”
“!”
The sincerity in Elisa’s voice, filled with a killing intent different from anything before, left Cleopatra deeply bewildered. She forced a twisted smile and spoke.
“Ha… th-that’s… very kind of you. B-but is that really okay…? It would mean everything you’ve done until now was for nothing. Giving up like this…”
Cleopatra began provoking the girl before her with everything she had left. But Elisa simply shook her head slowly and replied.
“It’s a shame, but it can’t be helped. I lost to your will. The only thing left for me to do is order my men to skin you alive, layer by layer, as payback.”
With those words, Elisa turned around and began to walk out of the prison.
“Farewell, then. Cleopatra.”
“!”
Watching her leave, a flood of desperate thoughts about what would happen next poured into Cleopatra’s mind.
‘I’m… going to die? Really die? Then… I’ll never experience this again and just end painfully like this?… That… that kind of thing…’
Originally, no matter how terrible the pain, she would have gladly accepted death. But at this moment, faced with death staring her in the face, Cleopatra was overcome with fear. More precisely, it was less a fear of death and more an obsession with life.
‘No… I don’t want to die like this… I…’
Something that had taken root in her heart over the past two days had already swallowed her firm loyalty and passion for Him, growing into a massive tree. It had become an instinct she could no longer refuse.
And so, standing before the death she had once longed for, it ultimately forced her to make a different choice.
“Hm?”
“Please… please make me feel even better…”
The next moment, Cleopatra grabbed onto Elisa’s leg as she tried to leave. Looking up at the girl who had stopped in front of her, she spread open her most precious place and spoke in a desperate voice.
“I… I don’t want to die… I’ll talk… I’ll tell you everything… so please… please thrust your tentacles into my XX and ravish me as much as you want!”
With even the last remnants of meaning shattered, Cleopatra finally surrendered completely to pleasure. Watching her, a cold smile slowly spread across Elisa’s lips.