episode_0015
by fnovelpiaThe man looked at the girl lying on the ground and sneered.
“It seems you were trying to run away while I was gone, huh? Seeing that mess, I think it would’ve been better if I just stayed still. At least then you could’ve been lying on a soft bed, waiting for me.”
Upon closer inspection, the girl wasn’t just bound with rope. Her feet were shackled with iron manacles, tightly connected to the bed by chains.
“If you’re a witch, you could have used magic to escape. Were you secretly hoping for that?”
The man continued to mock her, but since the girl didn’t react at all to his taunts, he found it boring. Independent of that, the sight of the beautiful girl, helplessly restrained, was enough to stir his lust. He swallowed hard upon seeing her gracefully curved legs bound by crude shackles, but decided to cease his useless antics. It was already a torment to endure her extreme beauty all day long. In his heart, he wanted to immediately insert himself into her the moment he brought her here, to make her scream in pleasure, but that was impossible.
Whenever Belka tried to resist, he was pushed away or thrown aside with an unbelievable strength from her tiny body—without even lifting a finger. This convinced him she was indeed the witch he had only heard about in rumors. That’s why he hesitated to act rashly, but he didn’t give up. Instead, he searched for a way to violate her. Through various experiments—raising a sword, throwing objects—he discovered that she couldn’t freely use magic.
Every time she used magic, it was difficult and painful for her. That’s how he knew she wouldn’t use magic unless it was truly deadly for him. Knowing this, he teased her just enough to make her believe using magic wouldn’t be fatal. He would forcibly touch her trembling body, show her his own masturbation, and even spray the results onto her. But that only pushed her to her limit, and she spent the day contemplating what to do next.
He even tried using smoke from the village festival, but perhaps because she was a witch, it had no effect at all. Then, he came up with what seemed the most effective method: a set of shackles far more effective than the ropes and crude iron shackles currently restraining her. And what were those shackles?
“Look at this, girl.”
“…What the.”
It was the uponer he had brought with him—the overseer. Belka saw him slung over the man’s shoulder like a sack and, despite pretending not to notice, she couldn’t hide the confusion as her golden hair shimmered. Sensing her gaze, the man gave a unpleasant smile. That vulgar, lustful smile, stained with lechery and sadism, made her feel as if she were being contaminated just by looking at it. Belka turned her head to avoid him.
“You’re going to ignore me? Then it doesn’t matter what happens to this one, does it?”
“!”
When she forcibly stopped her head, she saw the vile man’s face. He placed the overseer he was carrying onto a nearby desk and raised his axe. The meaning was obvious: a threat to kill him because he couldn’t do what he wanted with her. Simple but deadly—an extremely effective method, especially when their relationship was so deep. The man was confident this would work on her. Seeing her silent refusal, his axe raised higher and higher, Belka bit her lip and forced herself to speak.
“…What do you want from me?”
Even knowing it was his aim, she had no choice but to concede. Belka already understood his goal, but her insistence on speaking was because that was what he wanted. She was highly sensitive to human thoughts and feelings, and even against her will, she could tell what he desired. What the man wanted was painfully simple. Her submission.
“Don’t use magic no matter what I do. Otherwise, she’ll die.”
He left the axe lying around as if confirming that was the right answer. Then he approached her, untying the ropes that bound her, and started carefully removing her clothes. It was like unwrapping a long-awaited gift box. Belka couldn’t do anything as the man stripped her—still clothed—bit by bit. Soon, her naked body was fully revealed before him.
“Hmm.”
The man, seeing her like that, simply admired her innocently. Was her red hair passionate? Perhaps it was more fitting to say her red hair looked tragic, rather than passionate. Her golden eyes, now dull and staring at the floor, and her unblemished, snow-like skin, radiated innocent purity. The white neck visible between her tied-up hair made him want to swallow her whole immediately.
He had long thought her beauty was unconventional, but seeing her soft curves fully exposed made his lust surge more than expected. His throat dry, he gulped loudly as he touched her body. Belka flinched, stepping back, but then froze in place. Unconsciously trying to escape, she soon realized it was futile, and her resignation only further fueled the man’s deep-seated desire.
“Ahh?!”
He grabbed Belka and threw her onto the corner of the hut, near the bed. Though she fell onto the bed, the shackles around her ankles remained, causing her to cry out in pain. His action showed no regard for her feelings or mutual consent. It was nothing but savage predation, toyingly tormenting his prey. As he mounted her, pressing down as if to crush her, her incomplete clothes barely covered her, and the intimate parts of her body touched through the fabric. His excitement only continued to grow, never waning.
He licked her tears that clung to her eyes, savoring her pain, but Belka, lying beneath his massive bulk, twitched and tried to move away, her body trembling. But she was completely at his mercy, toy-like and powerless. The man watched her vulnerable figure without mercy and began to covet her. His tongue flicked over her small chest, as if to devour the fruits of her innocence, and then slithered down to her belly and navel, ignoring her hips. Soon, his face was pressed against her most private area.
“Haha, the best! Absolutely the best!”
“Ughh.”
A soft, moist sensation probed inside her. It seemed even the man’s patience was reaching its limit. He hesitated no longer, removing his pants and placing his large, grotesque member over her legs and lower belly. Belka stared blankly with hazy, golden eyes, seemingly unable to grasp reality. As he pushed his hips slightly back, his head came into contact with her entrance. In that brief moment, he pulled back again and pushed into her, piercing her entrance. Resistance was pointless; her will was long gone. The secret folds of her body, against her will, had already been thoroughly toyed with, soaked and soaked through with his arousal.
“Ughh!!”
“Haah! Haah!”
Her screams and pleas of pain, as he violently thrust into her, were ignored—only his rough breathing echoed above her. He even covered her mouth forcibly, mocking her with kisses and swallowing her helpless cries. Meanwhile, he kept moving his hips. Her narrow opening was painfully stretched apart, accepting his thick flesh repeatedly, suppressing her faint struggling. By the time she was exhausted from screaming…
“Guhh!”
His breathing grew ragged, and his pelvis pressed tightly against her, swelling even more as he humped her. Belka’s eyes widened in horror at the burning, intense sensation flooding her inside. That was not the man she loved, yet he had thoroughly invaded even that forbidden place. Her gaze last fixed on where she could not see—where the overseer was supposed to be.
Tears quietly streamed down her face.
A wet, sticky sound of contact echoed in the overseer’s ears. What exactly was happening now? His bursting head throbbed at the pain, and he strained to open his eyes, only able to glimpse the scene in front of him in shock. The first thing he saw was a man’s bare back, sprawled on the bed. Without knowing why, he was staring drowsily at it, until he realized he wasn’t alone.
“Ughh.”
The familiar moan of the girl, tinged with pain and displeasure, was coming from beneath. That sound made the overseer’s hazy mind crack like lightning struck. His vision cleared, and he suddenly felt alert. Realizing he had been knocked unconscious by a blow to the head, he looked at the scene before him. What he saw was a man’s naked back, bucking as he humped wildly, devoid of any clothing.
The sight of that back, like a fat, ugly toad, wasn’t pleasant; yet, he couldn’t look away. His eyes fixated on the pure white buttocks, twitching and rising with each jiggling movement—like a gentle swell beneath that large, unappealing figure. Connecting below the buttocks was a wrinkled, grotesque pouch and a long, repulsive appendage, slipping in and out of a tiny crack on the white swell.
That delicate, little swell trembled pitifully with spasms, but the man didn’t care. He continued to shake that enormous body, the cause of the wet, slimy sounds filling the room. He knew it was because of that behavior.
“Ughh.”
Was he holding back a moan? Perhaps the man’s impatient, relentless thrusts, aimed at the girl’s reaction beneath him, were what elicited the familiar moan of pleasure—deep, laced with shame. Now, he could finally see the situation clearly. It was impossible not to recognize the owner of that painful groan—she was the one most precious to him. The girl he loved.
“Vel…ka?”
And that man, crushing and violating her mercilessly with his body, was Mack. Did she hear his dazed voice? The man, busy assaulting the girl beneath him, suddenly stopped moving.
“Haaah.”
As his exhausted breathing continued, a strange thrill ran through him as he met Belka’s eyes. Her faint smile froze him entirely—like witnessing something he was never meant to see.
“Oh, you’re awake, Belka.”
That’s how Mack always was. His friendly smile, just like usual. But even so, Belka couldn’t feel any relief at that face.
“Max!!!”
He shouted his anger, teeth grinding. Mack looked at her with a disappointed expression.
“Seriously? Even after fighting once, you’re calling me so casually now?”
He pretended to be like a playful kid, making a mischievous face. Mack then stood up and shoved his grotesque tool deep into her.
“Kyaa!?”
The scene—his piercing her with that appendage—made Belka scream and her body waver dangerously. Seeing her like that, Mack looked briefly past her, revealing her from behind. It was definitely Belka.
Realizing this too late, Mack seemed to understand and, with one hand, roughly grasped Belka’s delicate waist as if about to break her, while scratching his head with the other.
“Oh, now I can’t even see my friend’s face.”
He smiled as if that was some kind of good gesture. But Belka felt an inexplicable dread. Fear unlike anything she had ever felt before ran through her entire body.
“Max!!!”
She called out in pure rage, wrenching her voice. Her teeth clenched tightly. Mack, with a look of mock disappointment, replied.
“Aw, after a single fight, you’re already calling me so informally?”
Pretending to be like a mischievous child, he grinned. Belka’s heart froze; a cold shiver ran down her spine, as if she’d seen something she shouldn’t.
“Are you joking? Do you really call me that now?”
He was still making that childish, teasing face. Belka’s fists clenched tightly, feeling a deep surge of dread and betrayal.
He stood up and pushed her prone form further, inserting his grotesque organ deep into her. The feeling—him forcing his way into her—shocked her so much that she couldn’t help but scream. Her body trembled uncontrollably as he penetrated her again and again, unmindful of her resistance. Her consciousness dulled, her voice hoarse from crying out. Her body was being banged relentlessly, suppressing her weak protests.
His assault continued without pause, his hips working furiously, each thrust forcing her wider. By the time she was exhausted from screaming, he began to press more fiercely into her, swelling with anticipation.
His breath grew ragged, his engorged member pressing firmly against her as he humped her harsher and harsher. Belka’s eyes widened in horror at the burning, overwhelming sensation flooding her—she realized she was being invaded, even in that forbidden place she desperately wanted to protect. Her gaze last fixed on the unseen place where the overseer should have been.
Tears quietly rolled down her cheeks.
A wet, sticky sound of contact echoed in the overseer’s ears—what was happening now? His head pounding in pain, he struggled to open his eyes, only to be paralyzed by the shock of the scene before him. First, he saw a naked man’s back, writhing on the bed, breathing heavily. Unknowingly, he stared, until he realized he wasn’t alone.
“Ughh.”
From beneath, came the familiar moan of the girl, filled with pain and displeasure. That sound made his hazy mind spark like lightning struck. His vision cleared, and he suddenly felt fully alert. He realized he’d been knocked out by a blow to the head, and now looked at her. What he saw was a man’s bare back, bucking wildly, with no clothes on.
That back, like a fat, grotesque toad, was far from beautiful; yet, he couldn’t look away. His gaze was fixed on her pure white buttocks, trembling and rising with every movement—like gentle waves beneath that large, ugly figure. From below her buttocks, a wrinkled, grotesque pouch and a long, horrid appendage slipped in and out of a tiny crack, passing through a small imperfection on her white swell.
That fragile little swell twitched with spasms, trembling with helplessness. Yet, the man didn’t care. He kept shaking that enormous body, the wet, sticky sounds filling the room—the cause was undeniable.
“Ughh.”
Was he holding back a moan? Perhaps his impatience, driven by the unrelenting thrusts into the girl beneath him, made the familiar moan of pleasure escape—deep, shamed. Now he could see the scene clearly. The owner of that painful groan was her—the one most precious to him. The girl he loved.
“Vel…ka?”
And that man, mercilessly crushing and violating her with his body, was Mack. Did she hear his dazed voice? As the man suddenly stopped moving, her muffled moans still filled the room.
“Haaah.”
After his ragged breathing, he briefly locked eyes with Belka. Her faint smile was frozen in alarm—like witnessing something she was never meant to see.
“Oh, you’re awake, Belka.”
That’s how Mack always was. His usual friendly smile. But even so, Belka felt no relief.
“Max!!!”
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