Livestock
"As the Saintess still has quite the rebellious streak about her, we found ourselves with no choice but to take such measures. We beg your kind understanding."
I whipped my head around in every direction. Two nails driven in on either side of me had gleaming thread wound tight around them, and each thread ran taut to my wrists and my ankles.
I couldn't tell exactly how long they were, but crawling as I was, I figured I'd have a range of about a meter at most. In other words: if I wanted to run, I was welcome to give it my best shot. It meant dragging myself across the floor like a dog, using every last scrap of strength to keep from getting fucked. And then, when I was caught anyway and taken from behind, I'd get to taste the frustration — the feeling of buckling in defeat.
Every last piece of it had been arranged so I could be violated like a beast. These fucking bastards had clearly made up their minds to drag me down into livestock.
"Saintess? May we proceed as you are?"
Their intent to play with me was obvious, so I had no intention of dancing to their tune. Whether they read my silence as consent, a hand pressed down on my back just as my hips were seized and hoisted upward.
"When we examined the marks engraved upon the Saintess's body, we found no trace of violence from the past several days. It seems you've been following along quite obediently?"
When I refused to answer this time either, Ervan's cough drifted over from directly in front of me.
"Saintess. My subordinate is waiting for your reply."
The threat beneath it was so transparent I couldn't keep my mouth shut. If I went into heat from the brand in the middle of this, I would lose my mind completely.
"I-I had to survive, that's all."
"Then am I to understand that if we torment the Saintess painfully enough, she will follow along so sweetly?"
My mouth snapped shut.
"Tsk. Now I understand just how thoroughly that wretched man tormented you, Saintess."
The one who clicked his tongue, Cardinal Fry, began to caress my hips. As if he meant to savor the texture of my skin with his fingertips, he explored me with delicate care. I knew all too well that even the smallest moan would excite them, so I fought it down with everything I had.
"Have no fear. So long as the Saintess does not refuse her training, nothing of the sort will ever come to pass."
Before long the hand had traveled down to my thighs, and as it began to grope along them, a revulsion so fierce I could hardly bear it crawled over my skin. Inching steadily upward, it at last found my sex. The moment my slit was brushed, my thighs gave a thin tremble. I bit down hard on my lower lip. For an instant it felt as though blood might be seeping out.
"Hii—!"
The endurance that had seemed so solid crumbled in a heartbeat. The moment that searing-hot flesh pressed against my sex and began to rub, the memory of the intimidating size that had once violated my throat surged up, and there was no holding the sound in. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead. A vast, formless dread of what was coming crashed over me, and the trembling in my lower body showed no sign of dying down.
"My. It seems the Saintess is looking forward to this as well."
Hearing him spout that kind of line, I could only assume my hips were wiggling prettily for his viewing pleasure.
"Then I must do my utmost to prepare you properly, so as not to disappoint the Saintess's expectations."
He began rubbing the head of his cock against my folds with dogged patience. He was probably doing it to make me ache with wanting — but that could only be the misapprehension of a man who had never spent a single day in a woman's body. Compared to that thing, even Derian's — absurdly small as it was beside it — had hurt like hell, and he thought I was squirming at the thought of taking a weapon like that?
Insanity. Sheer insanity. At the very least, if I'd ever been stretched open on a dildo the size of a forearm, then maybe — maybe — who knows. I might even work up some excitement over the same kind of pleasure. But what could I do? Mine was a pussy that got replaced brand-new every single time.
I did try clinging to a sliver of hope. Looking the thing over carefully, there was simply no way my narrow pussy could take it — so all I could hope was that he'd at least have the grace to say he was giving up.
"It is a great relief that the Saintess, too, seems to be growing ready to receive me."
Fuck. When I strained my ears, I could hear it: the obscene, wet squelch leaking out of insides already soaked through.
"At this rate we can proceed without any difficulty. Training or no, it would hardly be seemly to lay rough hands upon so venerable a Saintess, after all."
The thought of what he intended — laying that noble woman down and taking her from behind — set my teeth on edge. What kind of home does a man have to be raised in for a mongrel like this to come out of it? By now I was honestly curious whether the Order kept some secret textbook hidden away.
"Ugh—"
"We'll take this slowly, so have no fear."
Everything inside me was boiling over, on the verge of bursting. If only that fucking bastard hovering in front of me, keeping watch, weren't there, I'd have poured out a proper torrent of curses. The fact that I had to lie here and be violated, limp and helpless, had become unbearable. Even now, in a moment like this, my body was gushing wet, and the disgust of it struck me like a slap. The tiny hole on this body of mine starts drooling like a mouth the instant a man's flesh so much as touches it, anytime, anywhere — gushing without fail. At this point, it would have been stranger not to be aroused.
"Ahh, ugh."
Only the head had made it in, barely, so far. It simply hurt too much — so much that I caught myself worrying whether what was trickling down now might be blood.
"The Saintess is surprisingly wet, I must say."
The fucker was stroking the insides of my thighs. His hand came away damp — so it really was my own arousal after all. Which worried me. It felt as though he'd stretched me by tearing the entrance open. That conscienceless bastard was going to shove it all the way in without a moment's hesitation, and judging by the feel of things, I couldn't even guess how far up my womb would be forced. As it was, that crazy bastard was already driving me half out of my mind — fucking me rough and spouting that bullshit about piercing my womb every single day. And now I was supposed to take something longer and thicker than him?
Damn it all. I was going to lose my mind.
"Unlike the ordinary sisters, the Saintess's insides are wonderfully tight. Just as I expected — the Goddess appears to have kept you in excellent care. I could not be more delighted."
The Goddess? Ha. What a pathetic joke. This was how far I'd fallen — reduced to thoughts like these. So the story went: the Goddess had kept my pussy like new in preparation for the moment I'd receive a cardinal's sacred cock, and I should serve Him with all the zeal I could put into my hips. Something like that, I suppose. Fucking sons of bitches, the lot of them.
The slow, inching pressure hurt too much, and in the end I decided to send my thoughts somewhere else entirely — on the theory that if I just pictured our Goddess's face, it might hurt a little less. I called out to her, desperate and earnest.
Um, Goddess? I'll quit being this kind of saintess on the spot, so could you please just make that dickhead disappear? And since you'll be at it anyway, why not take that devout cardinal of yours along too — let him get down on the ground and see how it feels firsthand, the way I do. Better yet, if you could broadcast the scene of you getting fucked, live, I'd be most humbly grateful. Watching you, Goddess, in the height of bliss — I could finally imagine for myself just how loudly I must have howled like a bitch in heat all this time. You won't do it, of course? Yeah. I figured as much.
"Ugh— ahhk!"
Honestly, Goddess, you're a selfish fucking bitch. Fine — I get it. You picked whichever woman looked easy, slapped the title of saintess on her, and passed off even the keeping of her virginity as a sacred mission. I can accept that much. You have appetites of your own, so once your saintess had done her duty, naturally you'd want to take her off somewhere and grind between her legs until you'd had your fill. But you know what? If that was the plan, you should have taken responsibility. One day you're bearing down on me with that bullshit about how I must spend my whole life loving no one but you, chaste and devoted — and then you stand by and watch while that bastard violates me, and as if that weren't enough, you even announce that the followers of the Light will rape me, one after another. And still your mouth stays clamped shut. What, are you secretly peeping from somewhere, working off your own lust? If that's what this is, then take me already, damn it! I'll let you touch me all day long, suck you off as much as you like. If only those things of theirs would just—
Goosebumps erupted across my entire body, and the thought snapped clean in two.
"Ugh, haaahk...!"
What had forced its way inside me was, as far as I could feel, barely half of it. Even so, the sensation of my insides being pried apart came crashing down on me together with a tearing pain in my lower belly. In that unspeakable agony my torso shot up of its own accord, hands scrambling forward with nothing but the raw, thoughtless urge to flee. The moment my desperately outstretched hands braced against the floor, I felt the cock that had invaded me slide all the way out. Even that much, I clutched to my chest as a sign of hope.
...Ah. Had I completely lost my mind?
"Let go! I said let go of me!"
The pain, so much vaster than I'd braced for, had made me blunder. All while knowing perfectly well how worthless resistance like this was.
"I-I don't want this! I said no!"
In the end my hips were seized once more, and I was hauled backward, knees dragging across the floor. My torso pitched forward until I was nearly flat against the ground, yet I still couldn't give up — still straining to plant my palms against the floor. What were their eyes doing as they watched me like this? Pity? As if. They were savoring the anticipation of exactly what kind of resistance I'd put up when their turn came to mount me. If even one of them had felt a shred of pity, they would at least have made a show of holding him back before that beast of a man, mounted on my fully prostrate body, finally found the hole.
"Saintess. However it pains you, you must endure."
"Hii—! S-stooop, haaahk!"
The head of his cock burrowed back in to the very same depth. He slipped a hand beneath my waist and hoisted it up, setting me on all fours again just as before. Now his grip on my waist had tightened, binding me fast. And before long, the cock began to push slowly inside me once more.