Seven More Until the Baptism
Serina's mouth fell open. They put their hands on children, too? If only for this moment, more than for her own plight, she ground her teeth in a fury she could not contain at that vile depravity.
Ervan moved far faster than her lips could. His large hand caught her jaw and wrenched her head up toward the ceiling.
"Of course, have no fear. We have made it policy that a maiden's first taking comes only after she has undergone the baptismal rite. That should set your heart at ease, shouldn't it?"
"Sh-shut up! How can you bastards still call yourselves human!"
Her cheeks were pressed so hard between his fingers that even forcing the words out was an ordeal.
"Hm. Even the Saintess in her childhood would have struggled to survive without the Order's aid. And if she follows her lessons faithfully until she comes of age, keeping only a heart devoted to serving everyone, we ensure she lives out her whole life in want of nothing. I truly cannot see where the wrong lies in any of that."
Serina let a pained moan slip through the tightening grip even as she glared at him with all the venom she could muster.
Ervan, impassive throughout, turned his head to the side.
"Sister Fresian."
Serina's gaze went to the same place. The nun who had lain sprawled on the floor until that moment jerked her head up. Flushed and unfocused, she rose slowly to her feet — and in the next breath her vigor had returned as if it had never left.
Seeing the shock hovering on Serina's face, Ervan released her. She could only stare, dumbstruck.
She knew exactly what it was that had put the life back into that nun. She had tasted it once herself. Like the Serina of days gone by, eyes craving ever-sweeter pleasure were now turned upon Ervan.
"And what is your role, exactly?"
As if to announce that a cock had been churning through it until moments ago, the seed-dripping cunt was pried open on either side by Fresian's slender fingers.
"I am the nun who sees to the Order's lust, Father Ervan."
"A fine answer. And since this is such a fine occasion, come here and pay your respects to the Saintess."
The moment her hand was taken in the nun's, the words died in Serina's throat. It wasn't that holy law had stripped the woman of her senses — the nun had simply been lost in the coupling until moments ago, and now she wore the guise of a perfectly ordinary woman.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Saintess Serina."
Fresian soon withdrew a few steps and stood upright, awaiting Ervan's next word.
"Today is a special day, so I shall grant you a reward as well."
"Th-thank youuuhh!"
The instant Ervan's hand flashed with a brief light, Fresian's posture collapsed at speed. Prone on the bare floor, she thrust her hips high into the air, tongue lolling out long enough to drag against the floor as her ragged breathing poured forth.
Serina, her face gone chalk-white, snapped her mouth shut with an audible click.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Ngh, aahh, it feels, s-so goood! Hck—hngk!"
The nun writhed, her own hand consoling her sex. Hearing another woman's wet sounds for the first time in her life, Serina felt the room tilt beneath her.
"The Order does not ordinarily indulge in this sort of thing, but every so often there are believers who come begging for it of their own accord. We cannot simply turn them away, so we cast holy law over them at proper intervals. Once they have been satisfied in this manner, they throw themselves into their service all the more devotedly for a while — a rather fine result, wouldn't you say?"
Ervan brought his mouth to her ear, murmuring as if in a whisper.
"If you should ever find yourself interested, Saintess, you need only say the word. The Cardinal would object most strenuously, of course. But I would exert this power for you and you alone, without a soul the wiser."
Serina knew the meaning of that smile all too well. It was a warning. A wordless warning hammered itself into her mind — that at any time, in any place, he could wield that same holy law and turn her into a beast mad with want.
"In any case — a truly beautiful sight, wouldn't you agree?"
Eyes still fixed on Fresian, Serina looked around at the men beginning to shed their clothes, one after another. In a heartbeat, the men crowding around her were kneading whatever flesh lay nearest with one hand while pumping the cocks gripped in the other, lost to everything else. It might have been a banquet hall laid out for beasts.
"As you know well, Saintess, the only path to the kingdom runs through this city. That is why the Order guards this outer region so meticulously. Put another way — even if the villages around us are trampled into wasteland and every last soul in them dies, there is no one left to care."
Her head, wrenched around against her will, was now locked onto Cardinal Frye. A fear deeper than any she had ever known began to churn in Serina's eyes. Through his parted garments, an enormous cock stood reared and pointed at her.
As if her violent struggling had been anticipated, she would not be permitted to keep her mouth shut any longer. The hand that had gripped Serina's jaw settled on the back of her head.
"To draw the conclusion for you, then: there is nowhere for you to run, Saintess. No matter how great a Saintess you may be, without the Order's sanction, even passing through those walls is beyond impossible."
The Cardinal drove his hips toward her held-fast mouth. The glans, crashing in at a single stroke, slipped effortlessly past her esophagus.
"Hngkk—!"
Her mouth, already stretched to its very limit, seemed to be forced wider still by the massive pillar rammed into her throat. Between the sensation of her jaw about to pop from its socket and her airway sealed completely, she felt as though her eyes would roll back at any moment. Her tightly curled hands and feet ached with pins and needles. After a single thrust, her body had already begun to show signs of something terribly wrong.
"Whatever your lips may have said, I can feel that in your heart you have been waiting for the baptismal rite, and that puts my mind considerably at ease. Had I known, I would have given you a taste from the very start. That was my oversight. It is late, I know — but savor it properly now."
Cardinal Frye drew his hips far back, then rammed in roughly. Twice. Three times. Every time he moved, every part of her trembled, spitting out pain beyond anything natural. It simply hurt.
"Saintess. Seven more remain until the baptismal rite."
And in that same moment, she understood. This was only the beginning. Once the count of ten that priest had spoken of was filled, the place meant to receive this hideous thing had already been decided.
"The other sisters could not endure even two before gagging it back up — but as expected, the Saintess is different. I truly look forward to the baptismal rite. I do hope you share that sentiment."
Helplessness sank into her, sharp enough to draw blood. As if to trample even that feeling underfoot, the Cardinal quickened his pace at once. He looked like a man possessed, obsessed with nothing but burying his cock into a slab of emotionless flesh. Even with Serina making the sounds of a woman dying before his eyes, he sought only to fill the appointed count.
With each violation of her throat, her vision narrowed further and further — until, at the end of it, she could no longer tell whether her eyes were closed or open.
When Frye, his task complete, finally released her, her limp body spilled onto the floor. Barely conscious, Serina gulped down air as she watched the figures drift away. The tears that had been falling for some time now blurred everything before her eyes.
Then someone hauled Serina's body upright. Held fast by those gripping her on either side, she was dragged as if by the collar to the center of the hall.
"Now, we shall conduct the baptismal rite. Saintess Serina."
The moment the hands steadying her vanished, Serina crumpled to the floor.
"Ha... haha..."
Only hollow laughter circled her lips.
"All of this is a sacred rite in the name of the Light. With your cooperation, Saintess, it will conclude without a hitch."
What kind of man looks at a woman whose arms are pinned, whose clothes are being stripped from her body by force, and prattles on about asking for her cooperation? Fuck — just come out and say you'll do whatever the hell you want.
"Agh."
Given no chance to resist, her limbs robbed of their freedom, she was forced down flat against the floor.
Just how long had they hungered for this moment — the moment of dragging a naked Saintess down into ruin? I could feel the eyes of those who had been breathing their vile breaths over my helpless body closing in on me. The greed that had fed on the sisters now fed on me alone. Something sharp, cold as the floor beneath my palms, began to feel as though it were flaying my skin.
"As the Saintess still shows a rebellious streak, we have been left with no choice but to take these measures. Kindly forgive the imposition."
I whipped my head around in every direction. Shining thread was wound tight around two pegs driven into the floor on either side of me. The threads ran, each one, to my wrists and ankles. I could not tell exactly how long they were, but if I crawled as I was, I judged I could range perhaps a meter in any direction, at most.
In other words: if I wanted to flee, I was welcome to try with whatever cunning I could muster. It meant crawling across the floor like a dog, straining every nerve not to be skewered. And in the end, caught and pinned from behind, it meant learning what it felt like to collapse in despair. Every bit of it had been arranged to ravage me like an animal. There was no mistaking it now — these fucking bastards had decided to break me down into livestock.
"Saintess? Shall we proceed as you are?"