The Weight of Her Words
Looking at Carmel's flawless body, I felt an uncontrollable tremor of excitement. The moment she heard me say I would lay my hands on her, an expression of extreme anxiety washed over her face. The scope of what those words could entail was vast, ranging from simple teasing to the most severe degradation. Carmel was likely violating herself in her own mind right now, unleashing her wicked imagination to conjure up the most effective ways to shatter her own pride.
"...What... what are you planning to do...?"
The firm resolve had already vanished from Carmel's voice. The moment her body was stripped bare and left defenseless, her mind was disarmed as well. After all, it was an absolute truth that no human could maintain their dignity while completely stark naked.
I held up the letters I had been reading aloud moments ago, displaying them right before Carmel's eyes.
"Please read these letters you sent aloud yourself, Mother. Once you finish reading a letter, you are welcome to tear it up. Until you have read them all, I shall caress your body to my heart's content."
"You want me to... read all of these?"
"Yes. And of course, you must enunciate every single word clearly and with care. If you read too quickly or try to mumble your way through, I will make you start over from the very beginning."
There were eighteen letters stacked on the table in total. Their lengths varied—some were short, consisting of only a few sentences, while others were quite long. What was written in these letters was primarily plans of malice and evil deeds. Thus, Carmel would have to endure a level of humiliation directly proportional to the depth of her own wickedness.
Well, it probably wouldn't take even an hour to read them all. To Carmel, that likely seemed like a tolerable ordeal. A faint glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes. She nodded and spoke.
"...Fine."
"Now, let us begin."
Having declared the start of our game, I reached out without hesitation toward Carmel's breasts. Soft, lush mounds that filled my hands completely. Just holding them brought a natural smile to my lips. Carmel, too, picked up one of the letters and began to read aloud.
"To Count Roberts. I am sending this letter as an urgent matter has arisen for discussion. Regarding the events of the regular meeting..."
Despite my prior warning, her voice was breathlessly fast. I immediately put a stop to her recitation.
"Again. That was far too fast."
"I understand... 'To Count Roberts...'"
"Again."
"...To... Count... Roberts..."
A proper pace at last. It seemed she had finally caught on. With a flushed face, Carmel carefully enunciated every single letter written on the parchment, reading them aloud. All the while, I continued to knead her breasts. Just as they were a feast for the eyes, they were an endless delight to touch. They possessed an exquisite balance of softness and elasticity, sending a thrill of pure pleasure through me with every squeeze.
However, this position felt slightly lacking. Keeping my hands resting on Carmel's breasts, I slipped behind her back. Though she felt a wave of anxiety at my disappearance from her line of sight, Carmel forced herself to keep reading.
I pressed my body flush against Carmel's back. The sensation of her back, her buttocks, and the backs of her thighs brushing against me was immensely satisfying. Reaching my arms under her armpits, I kept one hand on her breast while sliding the other down toward her lower abdomen. My right hand gently caressed her smooth, flat belly. As she continued to read, Carmel's breathing gradually grew ragged.
"Ah... the anticipated threat is... ngh... exceedingly grave... hngh... We must devise a countermeasure... ah... with the utmost urgency..."
"Oh my, I don't believe those vulgar gasps are written in the text, Mother."
Carmel's face burned red at my whisper in her ear. However, I had no intention of pushing her too hard over this. If I kept unfairly declaring a restart, she might just give up entirely. Realizing that I wasn't going to stop her, Carmel pressed on and successfully finished reading the first letter.
Once finished, Carmel grabbed the parchment, tore it down the middle, and scattered the pieces across the desk. I rested my chin on her shoulder, pressing my entire front even tighter against her back. Feeling her whole body against mine—the way her flesh trembled beneath her skin was an almost unbearably exquisite sensation.
"Haaah..."
Exhaling a warm breath against her ear, I slid my right hand further down. Down to the delta where her lower abdomen met her thighs. The place where a thick patch of pubic hair, as black as the hair on her head, grew.
"W-wait... not there..."
"Again. I don't recall those words being written down, do you?"
"Ngh..."
The recitation, which had been about halfway through, was reset once more. From now on, she wouldn't dare utter a word of protest, no matter what I did to her. I gently stroked Carmel's thick, soft bush. Carmel looked as though she wanted nothing more than to squeeze her eyes shut. Of course, she couldn't afford to do that, as she still had to read the letters.
My hand descended even further. Past the thicket, deeper down. I felt Carmel's body tense up in anticipation. It was a natural reaction, bracing herself for the stimulation that would surely hit her clit and folds. Yet, rendering her defenses entirely useless, I bypassed her wet slit altogether and swept my hand along her inner thigh instead.
Carmel was likely feeling relieved right now. But did she realize that feeling relieved while enduring such extreme humiliation and violation was, in itself, an abnormal psychological response? Taming was about forcing a subject to choose the lesser of two evils to avoid the worst-case scenario—and then turning that worst-case scenario into the next lesser evil. By showing a semblance of mercy and bypassing her most sensitive, shameful spot, her psychological resistance had been thoroughly dismantled. Now, she would likely accept being touched anywhere on her body without much struggle. This was the very same Carmel who had thrown a furious tantrum just from having her buttocks lightly touched last time.
"My desire... ah... is to throw that wretched... ngh... bitch princess... hngh... to the swine... mgh..."
What Carmel was reading now was one of the letters written with the most raw, violent emotion. Sentences dripping with malice toward me, expressed in all sorts of vulgar terms. As she read them, her voice began to trail off.
"Your voice is getting awfully quiet, Mother. I can barely hear you."
I whispered, giving her inner thigh a sharp, playful pinch.
"...That pig of a princess... is a foolish cunt... who thinks she is the center of the universe... ngh..."
Her voice grew louder. Still, "bitch" and "pig"... even though I was the one forcing her to read it, hearing it aloud did make me a little annoyed. I shifted my hand on her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers, and gave it a sharp twist.
"Ah-hnnh...!"
Carmel's body jerked violently. Startled by the loud gasp she had let slip, she instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Just as she was trying to compose herself and refocus on the letter, a knock echoed from outside the door.
"Your Majesty, is everything alright? I thought I heard a strange noise just now..."
It was Shinia. Her voice carried a pure, genuine concern for the safety of the Queen she served. If we remained silent, she would likely assume something terrible had happened and open the door. And then, she would be utterly paralyzed with shock at the scandalous sight before her. Unbothered, I used both hands to pinch and roll Carmel's nipples even more aggressively. Just as the doorknob began to turn, Carmel cried out at the top of her lungs.
"D-do not enter! It is nothing... No one is permitted to enter!"
"Ah! Y-yes, Your Majesty!"
Startled by the frantic shout, Shinia seemed to scramble away from the door in a panic. Well, the situation was blatantly suspicious to anyone, but dealing with the aftermath was Carmel's problem. Smiling brightly at Carmel, who had just spoken words not written in the letter, I said:
"Fufufu. Back to the beginning, if you please, Mother."
With only a few lines left of the most agonizing letter to read, Carmel bit her lower lip hard at the reset. Looking as though she were on the verge of tears, she turned her gaze back to the very first line of the parchment.
"...I urge you... to carry out... the plan..."
Rip!
Having finished the eighteenth letter, Carmel tore the parchment into shreds over and over, as if venting her pent-up fury. The sight of her face, utterly consumed by shame and resentment, was deeply satisfying. Her body, which had been subjected to my touch throughout the entire reading, was slick with sweat. By now, there was practically no part of her flesh that my hands had not explored. Her nipples, which had been the focus of my relentless torment toward the end, were swollen and engorged.
Throwing her clothes back on with frantic, aggressive movements, Carmel spat out words laced with venom.
"I will never forgive you, Princess Sera...! I will destroy everything around you, and I will torture you until you beg me to kill you!"
"Oh, Mother... You say that every single time, yet you are always the one who ends up in such a miserable state, aren't you?"
"Grr..."
"Still, I must admire your mental fortitude. To be able to make such bold declarations right after having your entire body toyed with... I truly have a thing or two to learn from you."
A sharp grind of teeth echoed from Carmel. I wasn't even being entirely sarcastic; I meant it at least half-sincerely.
"By the way, Mother, do you happen to remember exactly how many letters you exchanged with Count Roberts?"
Well, I couldn't blame her if she couldn't recall, even though she had just read them all. Her mind must have been a chaotic mess of shame the entire time, so it was only fair to make allowances.
"What? You said there were eighteen..."
Anxiety began to creep back onto Carmel's face. Smiling like an angel, I spoke to her.
"Oh, but I never said the letters I brought today were all of them, did I? There is still one left—the most decisive letter of all. I kept it separate, just in case."
"What?"
Carmel's face contorted. The sole reason she had endured such extreme humiliation was to destroy the correspondence between herself and Count Roberts—the very evidence that could bring about her ruin. As long as even a single incriminating letter remained to bind her, everything she had suffered today would amount to nothing more than having her body toyed with for my amusement. Realizing this, her expression twisted into one of absolute fury.
"You... you tricked me... Sera...!"
"Oh my, how terrifying. It was only a joke. Those eighteen letters were indeed all of them, so please, calm your anger."
"...What...?"
Despite my gentle tone, Carmel's rage showed no signs of abating. If anything, it seemed to stoke the flames of her anger even further. Which, of course, was exactly what I intended.
I made my way toward the door with light steps. Grasping the handle, I turned back and offered her a warm, genuine smile.
"Ah, your body truly is the absolute best, Mother. Until next time."
"You... you wretched...!"
Stepping out into the hallway, I ran into Shinia, who was waiting with an anxious expression. I instructed her not to enter the room for the time being and began to walk away. Before I could even take my first step, a loud, chaotic racket erupted from inside the room—the sound of things being violently smashed and shattered to pieces.