Overwriting Memories
Leaning her trembling body against Rika, Carmel glared at me, her eyes wide. "W-what more are you planning to do...?" Though her face was twisted in a look of reluctance and anxiety, her eyes betrayed her true anticipation. I gave her a sweet smile and issued an order to Rika. "Rika, keep doing 'that' to her."
By "that," I of course meant the womb massage. The very thing she had been subjected to all day long until she was sick of it. "Wait, again? A-again...? N-no, stop..." This time, her panic was genuine. The memory of being pushed to her absolute limit must have resurfaced. But this time, that memory was going to be overwritten with a wonderful one. An experience so intense it would make up for all her endurance—and then some.
Rika's hand slid down Carmel's luscious hips. Her target, of course, was the very spot she had stimulated countless times today. Along with Rika, I also stepped closer to Carmel. Carmel swallowed hard, as if she had already guessed my intention.
I intended to ravish both her womb and her pussy at the same time. Penetrating all the way to the womb through her pussy was impossible without a special item. However, by stimulating both areas simultaneously, I could at least make her feel as though her womb was being taken by me. I didn't know exactly what the result would be. The only certainty was that the pleasure would be incomparably greater than her masturbation just moments ago.
"Ah..." She seemed to have realized it too. Carmel could no longer even pretend to resist. Looking up at me from such a close distance, her eyes sparkled with nothing but anticipation for a pleasure she had never experienced before.
Press. Rika's hand expertly pressed deep into the position of the womb. I also reached between Carmel's legs, sliding three fingers into her pussy. The moment my fingers entered, Carmel's expression flipped completely, as if a switch had been turned on. Her face flushed a deep crimson, looking as though she had been cast into an ocean of pleasure in an instant.
"Ngh... ah, haah..." Neither Rika nor I rushed. Rika's two fingers pressed deeply against the womb's sweet spot, moving in slow, circular motions. I, too, slowly penetrated deeper into Carmel, matching Rika's rhythm.
"Can you feel it, Mother? Please, imagine it. The sensation of me stirring inside you. Imagine that it is reaching all the way to your womb right now..."
"My, ah, w-womb... by you, Sera... ah..."
"Yes. You are having your womb ravished by me right now, Mother." Carmel, who had been breathing deeply while focusing on my voice, lost control of her respiration. Her ragged, gasping breaths signaled that something urgent was happening deep inside her.
"Ngh... t-this is dangerous... ah... my womb, ah... something is... about to happen... my entire stomach... feels so strange... W-what is this...?" Carmel's voice trembled violently. A womb orgasm. She seemed to sense the precursor to this extraordinary phenomenon. Experiencing this sensation for the first time in her life, Carmel was filled with anxiety.
Yet, Carmel's body was mostly free right now. She could easily make a gesture of refusal if she wanted to—grabbing my arms, or pushing me away. And yet, she did nothing of the sort. I stopped the movement of my fingers inside her pussy and asked for her consent. "Are you scared, Mother? Shall we stop here?"
Carmel looked up at me with a flushed face and shook her head vigorously. At that moment, a dark, deep thrill bubbled up inside me. What a lewd mother. Intending to send her completely over the edge, I moved my fingers. I manipulated my three fingers independently, fiercely ravaging the inside of her pussy—stretching, widening, scraping, and pressing. Rika also gradually increased the intensity of her massage, keeping pace with my movements.
"I-it's coming... ah... i-it's here... it's coming... something incredible...!" Carmel wrapped her arms around my neck. At the same time, her depths clamped down on my fingers with immense force. She trembled violently. Her pussy, and Carmel herself, were shaking with tremendous intensity.
"Ngh... ahhh...!" It was a climax that exploded all the womb-pleasure she had accumulated throughout the day at once. Her previous masturbation could never have brought her to this point. I couldn't even begin to fathom the scale of it. I could only imagine it from the way her face contorted under the crushing weight of pleasure and the violent shuddering of her body.
"Haaah, ah, nggh...!" Carmel's climax did not subside easily. Clinging to me, she kept coming over and over. It seemed as though the moment one orgasm ended, the next immediately took its place, even if the explosive force gradually diminished. Eventually, the strength drained from the arms wrapped around my neck. Like a toy whose batteries had run out, Carmel almost collapsed limply. Rika caught Carmel's falling body in her arms.
Fainting from a climax... I was almost a little envious. Of course, I was highly satisfied as well. Looking down at Carmel, who was still letting out lewd, shallow breaths even while unconscious, a pleased smile spread across my face.
"...Mmm..." When Carmel opened her eyes, I closed the book I had been reading. As she sat up, the thick wool blanket slid down her body.
"Sera...? Where is..." The dark underground cell. Realizing she was not in the royal palace of Rustier, Carmel seemed to remember the reality that this was only the second day of her week of torment.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit, Mother. I never expected you to actually lose consciousness. How does it feel to have your first womb orgasm?" Carmel shot me a sharp, rebellious glare before spitting out, "...It was nothing special."
"Then I suppose I must do it for you every day. Though, it would be troublesome if you fainted every single time." At my playful tone, Carmel gripped the wool blanket in frustration. Beneath the slipped blanket, her pale, naked body was fully exposed.
"How is your body feeling? I wiped you clean after you collapsed... but please let me know if you feel uncomfortable anywhere." "...You wiped me? You did, Sera...?" "Yes. Caring for my mother is only natural for a daughter, after all."
"T-there's no way you just wiped me! You... you must have done all sorts of perverted things..." "Of course. Did you really think I wouldn't? I thoroughly smelled, tasted, and touched every inch of your soaking wet body before wiping you down. You were so incredibly cute, lying there as quiet as a doll no matter what I did to you."
Perhaps she hadn't expected me to go that far, as Carmel glared at me while gripping the blanket even tighter. I gave her an angelic smile and stood up. "Aren't you hungry? I've prepared a meal for you. You've spilled so much fluid, so you must replenish your hydration."
Since she had been subjected to nothing but torment after a very light breakfast, it was long past mealtime. Including the time she spent unconscious, she had gone nearly the entire day without eating. Sensing her own hunger, Carmel quietly got out of bed. Perhaps her sense of shame had briefly returned after sleeping, as she tried to cover herself, but she soon gave up and let her arms fall to her sides.
In another room of the underground cell, a makeshift table had been set up. Covered with a tablecloth, a decent feast was laid out upon it. "Rika warmed it up not long ago, so it should still be hot. Go ahead and eat, Mother."
Carmel sat down with a reluctant expression. I sat directly opposite her. "...You didn't put anything in this, did you?" "Who knows? If I wanted to feed you something, I have plenty of ways to do so anyway."
There was no need to go through the trouble of mixing it into her food. Whether it was an aphrodisiac or a laxative, I could simply order her to drink it openly, or force her mouth open and pour it down her throat. "...Hmph." Carmel, indeed hungry, immediately picked up her fork and knife. She carved off a turkey leg and placed it on her plate.
Even in this situation, her movements were graceful. A queen dining elegantly in the nude—it looked like a scene from a witty Western painting. Of course, appreciating it required neither culture nor knowledge. I only needed to admire her swaying breasts, the armpits revealed beneath her outstretched arms, and her chewing cheeks.
Rika stepped forward and poured wine into the glass in front of Carmel. Carmel lightly swirled the glass, sniffed it, and then brought it to her lips, taking a long sip. She still seemed suspicious that there was some hidden motive behind this meal. Otherwise, there would be no reason to go through the trouble of setting a table and serving her a proper feast.
But I truly just wanted to treat Carmel to a decent meal. What I wanted to subject her to was strictly sexual degradation. I had no desire to make her live a miserable life like a common prisoner. Where circumstances allowed, I wanted to let her maintain her dignity as a queen as much as possible. I wanted my Carmel to always remain noble. Only then would the joy of breaking her be all the greater.
Watching Carmel dine so elegantly, I felt my clenched fists tighten. ...It might be time soon... Based on my experience so far and Carmel's reactions when she climaxed, I knew the conditions must have been met. No matter how far away it was, distance wouldn't be a significant issue.
...It was here. A writhing black mist. The mass of mana, visible only to me, spread from a corner of the room and drifted toward Carmel.
Clang! The fork fell to the floor. After a brief stagger, Carmel raised her head, her face completely transformed from just a moment ago.
The Curse of Mystillia has been triggered.
Sigh... Here we go again. When I set the duration to one week, I had anticipated from the very beginning that Mystillia might intervene. But even knowing that, I could never get used to this feeling. I could still remember the sensation of Carmel's arms wrapped around my neck. A touch so warm compared to the cold gaze she was directing at me now.
I had to count it a blessing that I would soon be able to dispel Mystillia. Forcing a slight smile, I spoke. "Please continue your meal, Mother." Carmel silently sliced the meat on her plate. As she swallowed the long strips of flesh, her gaze felt as though it were piercing right through me.