episode_0028

The statement about taking her virginity was more than just a minor threat from Roman.

Roman had been using various magic spells he had learned and numerous tools in the basement to inflict pain on Stella.

Stella initially thought she had endured and withstood the pain.

Tragically, it was only a tiny beginning compared to what she would experience.

Already the sixth time, she was losing her virginity.

Roman stared intently at Stella’s vulva with greedy eyes.

He held all sorts of heinous tools in his hand.

“…Please…”

A strained voice was heard. It was Stella’s desperate wish.

Her vulva, precisely the place that should have been tightly closed, was spread wide open by a tool gripping her labia.

Naturally, pulling on a perfectly fine vulva caused indescribable pain.

[Regeneration Magic]

As soon as Stella was about to thrash at the threshold of pain, regeneration magic rose up once again.

Her severely swollen vulva returned to its original state.

Stella had long been a toy, with her important parts ruthlessly exposed.

“Let’s try this wooden rod this time.”

A long wooden rod was held in Roman’s hand. It wasn’t much different in size from the objects that had taken her virginity so far, but for Stella, this wooden rod held even greater significance.

The patterns engraved from the center to the end of the wooden rod, and the small crown shape decorating the top.

The identity of the wooden rod was an object given only to the King of Laos.

In short, it could be seen as a symbol of the ruler of Laos.

It had been included among the tributes demanded from Laos before. At that time, she had thought it was for receiving VIP treatment when visiting Laos, but there was a sinister desire beneath it.

Swish,

The wooden rod, untouched by any liquid, was simply hard wood itself. As that lump of wood entered the inside of her vulva without warning, Stella’s back tingled.

Tingle!

The sensation of pulling and tearing her hymen, which she had already experienced several times, brought tears to Stella’s eyes.

“Ugh!…Aaaargh!!!”

With the sensation of mercilessly digging into her vagina, bleeding rushed in, and the wooden rod delved deeply inside, as if exploring the tight virgin’s vagina.

“It seems like you’re enjoying it rather than being in pain? A virgin being so revealing, what a truly lewd body. Don’t you think so?”

Although she had become a virgin again due to magic, Stella’s body, remembering the sensations of a phallus engraved in her mind before, tightly clenched the wooden rod.

“…I-It’s not…like that…Master.”

Even in the midst of terrible pain, she did not forget the word Master. It was because during the second humiliation, she had omitted the word Master and her clitoris had been tormented for a long time.

Just thinking about that still made her body tremble.

When Roman ruthlessly pulled out the wooden rod, a red liquid flowed out, a mixture of virgin blood and vaginal fluid.

After that, Stella, who seemed half out of her mind, was lying face down.

It was truly a pitiful state.

**

Splash!

A bucket of water was poured over Stella’s face.

Stella, who opened her eyes to the coldness, struggled in fright. But this time, her arms and legs were fully attached.

“You’re awake.”

Roman’s voice was heard along with a clanking sound.

Creak, creak.

Along with the ominous sound coming from the floor, the floor Stella was sitting on slowly began to rise in the shape of a triangular prism.

At the same time, the shackles on Stella’s wrists were lifted to the ceiling. Stella’s body began to dangle in the air.

Due to the sudden pulling force, she could only kick her feet, but the wooden floor gradually rose accordingly, taking the form of a triangular horse.

“Ugh! Ugh…!”

Stella’s vulva was crushed against the sharp surface of the triangular horse.

The floor, which she could barely touch by standing on tiptoes, became out of reach as the horse gradually rose.

As the horse rose to a certain point, the pressure on Stella’s vulva intensified.

“It suits you well. How about spending the day there?”

It was Roman’s bitter laughter.

This tool, commonly called the triangular horse, could be seen as a rather historically significant method of torture, used on apostates since long ago, where the person being tortured was placed on a sharp horse to inflict pain.

The woman placed on the horse would concentrate her strength on her thighs to withstand the pain of compressing her vulva, but after several tens of minutes, she would eventually give up and have to endure the pain of the horse entering and splitting her vulva.

Moreover, it could be seen as Roman’s favorite torture device. As such, the surface of the triangular horse was covered with traces of countless women who had wept on it.

Roman reminisced about that time.

‘Aaaaaaargh! It’s tearing..! It’s tearing!’

‘..No..I’d rather die than this…’

The voices of the countless women who had cried out on it were still vivid, and Stella was no different.

She gasped for breath, her eyes glazed over from the pain of her crotch being torn.

Her whole body was covered in sweat, creating a pitiful sight.

“Ugh…Ugh..”

“How is it, painful? Or is the bitch’s bloodline within you screaming with pleasure?”

“…Hngh, Master…please let me down. It, it hurts too much.”

Stella was repeating forgiveness and pleas like a parrot, weeping.

“You’re saying that what I’m bestowing is painful?”

Stella shook her head.

“…Master…please…please have mercy…”

“Mercy, yes, I am a merciful emperor. But one condition is needed to bestow mercy.”

Stella looked at Roman, who deliberately paused before speaking, with very pitiful eyes, and Roman smiled as he looked at those eyes.

“You have to tell me in detail where it hurts directly, wouldn’t I be able to bestow mercy then?”

Stella quietly opened her mouth from the horse in a pathetic form.

“Master…the bitch’s vulva….”

“Your voice is small, let me make it a little louder.”

Roman pressed down hard on Stella’s thigh on the horse.

“Ugh! Aaaaargh!!!”

With a very sharp scream, Stella cried and pleaded.

“Master!!! The bitch’s vulva hurts too much! Please have mercy!”

Roman shrugged as if he didn’t understand at Stella’s words.

“Vulva? The bitch I raise doesn’t know such sophisticated vocabulary. Not vulva, but, for example, cunt?”

Stella’s face, already red with gasping breath and pain, turned very red.

Until now, even though she had endured all kinds of pain, Stella had never used such vulgar words herself, so it was very difficult for her to utter such words with her own mouth.

But now was too painful a moment to endure like that.

The time she hesitated was pain itself.

“….Master, the bitch’s cunt hurts so much. Please have mercy.”

“How does it hurt?”

“Because of this horse that’s pressing on the bitch’s cunt…hngh..!”

Roman pressed down on her thigh once more, and a moan flowed out from the pain.

“Is it really painful? It sounds like you’re making sweet moans.”

Stella was still in a miserable battle with the horse, with sweat heating up her body.

Knowing that, Roman was taking his time, enjoying Stella’s shame.

He couldn’t help but think that seeing a woman crying pitifully on the horse was always a truly beautiful sight.

“A princess knight of high standing straddling a horse and writhing her legs, is not something you can see just anywhere.”

Roman kept laughing.

“….”

Stella said nothing more.

“Stella, if you pee in that state, I’ll take you down from the horse.”

“…!”

With constant stimulation to her vulva, and the horse even blocking it, it wasn’t easy to pee.

But Stella was somehow giving strength to her lower abdomen. Even in a situation where pee might or might not come out, giving strength to her lower abdomen created a vicious cycle in which the pain in her vulva intensified even more.

After a long time, Stella blushed her white cheeks and slowly began to emit a stream of water from her body soaked in humiliation.

A warm liquid flowed down the surface of the horse.

Drip. Drip.

A yellow puddle began to form on the floor.

“…Master, I peed..are you letting me down now?”

But Roman’s expression was dark.

“Yes, you did pee. Also ‘without permission’.”

Stella flinched at the word permission.

“Surely, when we were potty training, I told you to ask for permission before you pee from now on. Did you forget that already? Then I’ll have to punish you.”

Stella shook her head.

“If that’s not the case, then why is that? Are you ignoring my orders?”

Roman was, in effect, threatening her while holding the power to control Stella’s urination.

In the end, all Stella could do was endure the pain of the horse until she needed to pee again.

After nearly an hour, Stella opened her mouth with difficulty.

“Master…may the bitch pee?”

“As you wish.”

The sound of trickling echoed in the room.