In the Sewers (2)

It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried anything after falling into this goddamn world. I’d hunted monsters, rescued newbie parties in trouble, and even played the role of a skilled magician while hiding my identity. I even did drugs, though it didn’t help. But none of it gave me a thrill. There might be momentary satisfaction, but I quickly lost interest and never tried it again. On the other hand, the desire to live brought a stimulation incomparable to anything else. An addiction several times stronger than drugs. I constantly volunteer for pain to feel that stimulation.

And yet,

Why―.

“The cape is in the way, so I’ll take it off. Well… I don’t know if you can hear me.”

―am I so nervous?

I, who hadn’t felt tension since falling into this other world, am feeling nervous?

The hooded man easily separated and threw away the garter belt torn by the shock, and carefully took off the frilly skirt. My heart rate quickened. I flinched and trembled every time the hooded man touched my body.

‘It feels… bad…’

Unlike what was in my head, the breath I exhaled had a faint warmth. And finally, when even my underwear was taken off, revealing all the vulnerable parts of my slender lower body.

“This is….”

The cold wind blowing through the underground waterway brushed against the tightly closed flower bud. The moisture lingering on my private parts and the cold wind of the underground waterway combined to create an indescribable stimulation. I writhed like an animal, screaming.

“Heeuh, eugh!”

The man scanned between my legs, which were clean without a single hair, and said in a dumbfounded voice. I couldn’t help but scream again. My back arched like a bow. It was a new stimulation, different from pain.

“This is something.”

‘Wet… did I get wet?’

This, this is because of the pain.

I couldn’t deny that I was a masochist, but at least I wasn’t someone who got turned on by just any guy.

No, shit, more than that!

In the first place, I’m a man.

How can I get turned on by a man?

While I was rationalizing myself like that, the hooded man, who was slowly finding it hard to bear, unbuckled his belt and roughly pulled down his pants.

“Eueuh, ah?”

I had fallen into this other world and become a woman, and I was ignorant of my own body, having never even masturbated, but I felt like I knew better than anyone what was about to happen.

“I can’t stand it.”

Cold sweat ran down my spine.

The moment I imagined being grabbed by those burly hands and used like a tool for sexual release, I felt ‘fear.’ I was feeling fear in front of that weak man, fear I hadn’t felt even when standing alone in front of thousands of trolls.

Not the instinctive fear to protect my life, but the fear to protect human dignity.

As soon as I realized this fact, the area between my legs became wet very quickly.

‘Why… is it getting wet…’

My lower abdomen throbbed. I resented this perverted body. But I couldn’t stop the hooded man, who was taking out his hideous manhood and approaching.

No, I didn’t stop him.

This whole situation was incredibly exciting.

Because I usually can’t feel anything. The pain and humiliation that give me pleasure, who can’t find interest in anything I do, are like drugs.

Stab, hit, choke, break, cut, it’s all good. So please, shatter me to pieces. I hope you don’t stop until I cry, beg, and plead. Reveal your desires without filtering them. Spew out your ugly and vile emotions on me.

This might be my true feelings.

“………?”

At that moment, a chilling sensation touching my lower abdomen.

“……!!”

I immediately lowered my gaze and looked at ‘something’ touching my lower abdomen. An overwhelmingly large rod contrasting with the pure white and soft skin of my belly.

“Hieuk.”

I had no choice but to erase all the distracting thoughts in my head and blankly open my mouth.

Something the size of my forearm was pressing down on my lower abdomen.

That’s going to enter my body?

Since I used to be a man, I knew better than anyone that it was by no means a normal size. It was bigger than the ones that were occasionally posted on the internet by Black people.

A huge thing.

More than that.

“Am I a bit big?”

I forgot the pain and pleasure and hurriedly raised my left arm to prepare magic. No, this isn’t it. Even now―

“Heueup!!”

-Jjigeok!

With a thud, a heavy sensation filled my lower abdomen. My stomach popped out just from the insertion. I rolled my eyes back and trembled.

“Ggeo, ggeoeu, euk.”

At the same time, my left arm, which I had raised to use magic, fell weakly to the floor.

I looked at the hooded man, gasping for breath.

“Seeing the blood, I guess you’re a virgin… eugh, it’s hard to hold back.”

A sense of despair bloomed deep within my chest.

“Yes! I wanted to see that expression! Haha!”

As I groaned like a broken machine to the hooded man’s violent hip movements, which lacked any technique, the hooded man’s yangmul swelled up as if satisfied.

“Haeueu, eueut, heeuek.”

Thud! Thud! I trembled, drooling and shaking my body at the hooded man’s huge rod that was pressing down on my uterus. An invisible, thick something quickly reciprocated, piercing my body. The movements, full of desire that didn’t consider the other person as human, ruthlessly violated me.

There is no pleasure, only pain.

Like a toy.

Yes, an onahole. A tool only for handling male sexual desire.

When the waist is pulled out, the protruding belly returns to its shape, and when it’s put back in, it protrudes according to the shape. The narrow vagina was being widened beyond its limits to fit the hooded man’s huge rod.

The hooded man wasn’t satisfied with just having me moan with his dick inside me, so he gently grabbed my neck.

-Ggwaaak!

“…Keheuk! Keheuek!”

My breathing hole was blocked again. I repeatedly hit the ground with my remaining left arm, but the hooded man made a happy face and put more strength into his arm.

“This is tighter.”

When I was driven to the brink of death, he would slightly loosen his grip to open my breathing hole. The hooded man kept repeating that. I desperately exhaled every time my breathing hole opened. Every time I did, my vagina tightened and loosened repeatedly. The hooded man smiled sadistically and licked away the flowing tears.

Sexual pleasure was close to zero. Not only me, but there wouldn’t be a woman in the world who would feel pleasure from this violent act.

Even so, the fact that I felt so good was proof that my mind was completely broken.

“Heeuek, keheueut….”

He changes positions.

Face-to-face sitting position.

It was a position where I was on top of the hooded man’s legs.

The hooded man held my neck and lifted his arm high to pull out his huge rod.

But because my frame was small to begin with, and the hooded man’s size was beyond imagination, he could only pull it out halfway. Pink flesh protruded along the meat stick.

I thought I might really die. The pressure on my throat was stronger than before. I desperately struggled to live.

It was ecstatic.

All this desperation came to me as pleasure.

“S, spare… me…”

Just as my consciousness was about to fly away―

Thud!

The hooded man’s hand suddenly released.

“Heeueuk!!”

My butt was pulled down again by gravity, and the huge rod that hadn’t been able to come out completely stirred inside my vagina again.

The hooded man’s huge rod, which was thrust in with the momentum to pierce my uterus, began to move in time with when I barely started to catch my breath. The continuous shock didn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath.

“How clumsy, you’re even pissing yourself… tsk.”

As the muscles that had contracted to their limit relaxed, a stream of yellow water came out, staining the hooded man’s legs.

“Hoo… I’m going to cum too, so take it properly.”

I felt the already large penis swelling up. As a last resort, I twisted my waist, but the hooded man laughed as if it was ridiculous and tightened his neck to fix my body.

“Eueuk!”

-Bureureut!

The traces of an unknown man are engraved in the deepest part.

The intense ejaculation, as if he was directly hitting my uterus, showed no signs of stopping. I even had the illusion that my stomach was slightly swollen.

He stopped ejaculating and pulled out the huge thing only when the semen that couldn’t enter flowed backwards and out.

“Haeueu… heeuek…”

I collapsed powerlessly on the floor, leaving only blood, semen, and the yellow liquid I had pissed out.

The hooded man roughly wiped off the stains on his body, put on his clothes, and headed to the tent to wake up the hairy man.

“Hey. It’s over.”

“Keuheu, what? What’s over?”

“Didn’t you tell me to wake you up when I was done with my business?”

“Ah, yeah, shit.”

The hairy man spat as he passed by me. I trembled. It was a bonus that he kicked my stomach as I struggled to get up with my remaining arm.

“Heueueu….”

I was abandoned in the underground waterway and lay limp like a corpse. Only a faint sound of breathing, as if it would disappear at any moment, echoed weakly.

The hooded man picked me up, threw me in a place where rats were likely to gather, and turned away.

“Either drown, or get eaten by rats.”

“Huh? Isn’t it better to just kill her?”

“Killing with my own hands isn’t my taste.”

“Shit. You’re a real crazy bastard. You know that?”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Bullshit.”

Their footsteps faded away, and the sounds of rats crying grew closer.

I forcibly twisted my body, which was no different from a semi-corpse, and stretched out in a large letter. I felt the touch of the cold stone floor.

………

……

…

The drug-like sweet ecstasy finally came to an end. The afterglow still lingered, but even this wouldn’t last long.

“…….”

The dream was shattered.

All that was left for me was a terrible reality.