Proper Correction
"Saintess. However much it pains you, you must endure."
"Hhik— sto-op, haaahk!"
The head of his cock drove in to exactly the same depth as before. He slipped his hands beneath my hips and lifted, setting me back on all fours just like earlier — and now those hands, gripping my waist all the more tightly, were binding me in place. Before long, his cock began pushing slowly inside me.
"Stop... please... I said stop..."
"It will feel better before long."
He never once stopped moving his hips. His thighs hadn't even touched my buttocks yet, and still I could feel him reaching the very end— no. That wasn't it. He'd touched bottom and was already drawing back out. My womb was being shoved deeper into me. That long, thick cock was carving out its territory.
What I'd shared with Lean had been mere play. This was nothing short of murder. It pried its way through my flesh, raking along every inch of my walls, and each and every one of those sensations was driving me mad — to the point where I nearly wished it would just tear me open and leave me loose and gaping. But even that was not to be allowed.
My pussy had taken that monster's cock in whole. And now it was clinging to it, slick and sticky, so that every time he moved it felt as if my cunt were being dragged along with him, all of it at once.
"Hyaahhk!"
When our thighs pressed flush together, there was no more mistaking it — I had swallowed him to the root. And I couldn't breathe. With that skewer lodged straight through my lower belly, my breath caught in my throat; the crushing weight on my lungs blanched my mind white.
"Saintess. Only by enduring this well can you become a true saint."
As those words fell, the cock that had pulled halfway free drove back in. His weight sent my body swaying in a dizzying lurch, snuffing out even the pleasure that had just begun to seep through. This was madness. No one could come through something like this unbroken. He plainly meant to kill me.
The real trouble was that the moment he began moving his hips in earnest, every thought in my head came apart into tangled chaos.
"Hhaak— ahk!"
Every roll of his hips made my body shudder. Sweat ran off me like rain and began soaking me through. The Cardinal was on an entirely different plane from the Hero. He knew exactly how to torture a person. Just when I'd barely grown accustomed to half of him, he withdrew a little longer and slammed in deep. Once I'd adjusted to that length, he pulled all the way out to the head before plunging back in to the hilt. When his hips crashed into mine, a jolt raced out to my hands and feet and my toes curled in on themselves. Showing no intention of granting me even a moment's mercy, he started moving again.
"Ahhk!"
I knew at once that the worst moment had arrived. The pleasure that pain had buried came back to life. Heat flared through my lower belly as though someone had set a fire there, and my hips began trembling uncontrollably. As if he'd sensed exactly what state I was in, he was drawing out slowly this time, unlike before — my walls, clinging to his cock so tight, dragged out with it and peeled away one after another until my insides were churning. Sweet pleasure surged in again and again, and the warning signs grew impossible to miss. Then, as he began plowing through my flesh once more, my whole body froze stiff to the bone.
It was certain. If he drove in to the very end like this...
I... i-it's coming. It's coming...
"Hheuk!"
The instant he bottomed out, my head tipped back and my body began convulsing hard. Then his cock wrenched free in a single stroke, all the strength left my arms, and I pitched forward. I collapsed in a heap with my ass still thrust in the air, my head lolling to one side — and my vision filled with the faces of the men watching me. One of them, eyes locked on mine, had even come all over the bare floor.
Ah. So now I've become something for them to get off to.
That was the only thought I had. He'd truly speared me a mere three times. I couldn't even withstand that, and the instant his cock slid out, I'd climaxed as though I'd lost control of myself. It wasn't urine. I had genuinely come. This feeling... it terrified me. It felt as though I'd set foot in a realm I was never, ever meant to know.
"Saintess. Did you just climax?"
"Yes! I did, you rotten bastard!"
In the middle of all that dread, the sight of Cardinal Fray's face made everything I'd been holding down explode at once. By this point, I'd concluded there was no longer any use fretting over being a saint in heat or anything of the sort.
"Haha. It seems the Saintess is in need of proper correction."
".............. Stay away from me."
Had that outburst only invited more ruin? Or had this, too, been planned from the very beginning? There was no telling. All I knew was that I had to find something — anything — I could do right now. I had to fight back, violently, throwing off every hand that reached for me. It was a hopeless struggle. They seized my limbs and pressed me down onto the floor, and once again Fray's cock, positioned beneath me, rubbed itself against my body.
"Drench this place with those sacred juices of yours, and climax until you pass out."
From the instant my limbs had been pinned, I hadn't possessed a single means of resistance. Merely being kneaded in the crushing grips of the men holding me down was enough to make this frail body start moaning as though it were dying. Perhaps it was the oppressive weight of being surrounded by all those burly men, but nothing coherent made it into my voice. All that came out of my mouth was screaming.
My arms were hauled back, forcing my knees to bend. With my legs spread wide into an M, Fray wound his arms around the insides of my knees, pulled me toward him, and set my posture right. Tap. Tap. That enormous cock was now knocking against my mound.
"This is how you repent, Saintess."
Cardinal Fray's words were the signal. Countless hands swarmed over me, groping every inch of bare skin on my body. Hands seized my breasts with graceless brutality and ravaged them without mercy; my nipples, wrenched hard and twisted, swelled up in what felt like seconds. The moment one set of fingers left, the next hand arrived to repeat the very same abuse. But that was only something I could pay attention to at first. Even my face, drool stringing from my slack mouth, was apparently delectable enough that someone forced a kiss upon me. When the tongue of a man I couldn't even see properly came probing for mine, the same revolting taste as when I'd sucked off that massive cock flooded my mouth.
There was one who fixated on my nape. He pressed his lips obsessively to the one place where my Stigmata was engraved. Lapped at it like a beast, until my vision began to shake itself apart. The dizziness made me feel I might retch at any moment — and still my body was feeling pleasure.
"Heut, uk, ah... hiyaahk!"
The moment the Cardinal's cock burrowed into me once more, every nerve in my body stood on end. A single skewering sent a rush of pleasure far greater than all those scattered sensations put together. The pain of penetration? I might as well not have felt it at all. I'd already come once, and by comparison the agony of being entered shrank to almost nothing. Soon, the cock began to move.
"Hahk, ahn, haang."
Each time he drove in, sweet pleasure spread through my whole body and my hips thrashed like a fish fighting for its life — arching hard, then straightening, as the sensation whipped through me in circles. Even the ache of my body twisting and bending dissolved into sweet-sounding cries. Already burning hot, having two or more sensitive places tormented at once felt like enough to burst my head open. Unfortunately, they seemed to have finished cataloguing me in that short span of time. Their intent came through clear as day: from here on, they would touch nothing but my most sensitive places, and torment me with them.
My upper lip. My ears. My nape. My back. My waist. My breasts. My nipples. My collarbone. My hips. My armpits. My belly. My lips...
What else could there be? I didn't know.
"Hak!"
There was one more. The instant the Cardinal's hand swept along the inside of my thigh, my legs shuddered.
"Goodness. To feel the Saintess responding so sweetly, I hardly know where to put myself."
"Hn, ah, stop, don't touch—! Haah!"
"It would please me greatly if only you would let that lovely mouth speak words worthy of it."
I tried squeezing my eyes shut and fleeing reality. Naturally, with my eyes closed it all hurt far worse. That bastard of a Cardinal had evidently resolved to force them open, hammering into me like a beast, and I kept losing to the feeling of being stabbed from my lower belly inward — my eyes springing back open over and over. His pace was quickening. I could feel it.
"Saintess. Does it feel good?"
"Shut. Up! F-fuck, aahngh!"
"And now?"
"Like I'd, hh, ahn, know, I don't... hahk...!"
That son of a bitch was without question trying to break me in. Every time he wanted to shut my mouth, he deliberately slammed his flesh into me hard, and every thrust chopped my words to pieces.
"Hhik!"
"If the Saintess will not cooperate, this correction will simply continue."
He pressed down hard on my lower belly — then all at once began snapping his hips with everything he had. The flesh where our bodies collided rippled like waves, and my whole frame jolted with every impact. At some point, the men who had swarmed over me had all withdrawn. They stood back in a loose ring, watching the show as they pumped their own cocks. My arms, still pinned above my head, did not so much as twitch.