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"Well then, I'm off to do the laundry, so stay put and be a good girl, okay?"
"How dare you... talk to me like that...!"
The anal plug had barely been removed before the anal beads were shoved in as if to deny her a single breath of respite. Eleonora sat there, mentally gnawing at the image of Shin Seon, who had left the stall with a cheerful smile just ten minutes ago.
"Stay put? How can I 'stay put' in such a disgraceful position...!"
Normally, she would have been exhausted by his training, resting her depleted mind and body, or perhaps collapsed on the floor, basking in the afterglow of continuous climaxes from being filled with semen.
It was humiliating enough to be writhing in pleasure, unable to even wipe away the fluids leaking from her groin, but at least then she wasn't exposed to the world through this window. The spot where she usually sprawled like a frog, gasping as she spilled his seed, was a blind spot. Unless someone passing by went out of their way to shove their head through the window and peer inside, they couldn't see her struggling on the straw—whether she was naked, armored, or dripping with cum.
"Huu... haa..."
But now was different. Far from hiding, she was naked without so much as a rag to cover her, forced into the most humiliating and lewd posture imaginable. To make matters worse, thick anal beads were stuffed into her rear. She looked like a depraved nympho who had abandoned all shame—the kind of sight that would end a person's life as a human being the moment they were discovered.
The only saving grace was that the pigsty was on a slope and the window was relatively high, meaning people walking uphill couldn't quite see her "front pussy."
"But if it's the other way around... if someone comes from the other direction, I'm finished...!"
She had considered requesting rescue if someone found her. But who would believe her? If a naked woman in a back alley claimed to be the princess and demanded wine, no sane person would believe it.
'Maybe if it were back then... but now...!'
Before—on the day the pierce and bell were attached to her clitoris—there had been hope. Back then, anyone would have seen her as a victim being brutally violated, enough to prompt them to call the guards.
Now, things were different. Though her inability to move was due to his "magic," her current state was not one that invited pity or sympathy. It was the state of a harlot deserving only of contempt and mockery. If she were caught, word would spread instantly, and every man in the surrounding villages would flock to the farm to gape at the knight exposing her breasts and groin so wantonly. And then, under the gaze of all those men, she would surely...!
Squelch—
"Eee-hic?!"
Eleonora gasped in horror as she felt the anal beads inside her being pulled down by the weight of the dumbbell hanging from a transparent string. It was a sensation akin to an unwanted evacuation. She shivered, quickly tightening her core.
"Hmph, as I thought... the medical excuse was just a lie to domesticate me... he clearly used it as a pretext to train me...!"
Even if it were to eliminate parasites via sunlight, what kind of person leaves a woman naked in broad daylight with a weighted string hanging out of her anus? The things he had said to her when she protested the weight were even more appalling.
"Once we get rid of these bugs, my cock is going to go in there. Shouldn't you loosen up in advance and learn how to serve me like a second pussy?"
It was a scheme to turn her anus into a second vagina under the shield of "medical treatment." As if sensing her resentment before she could even speak, he had tapped the bulge in his pants and sneered.
"By the way, if that falls out, no lunch for you. You know what 'lunch' is, don't you?"
She had screamed at him not to be ridiculous, but even now, she could feel the thick sensation of his semen in her gut and the foul, lingering scent on her tongue and in her mouth. She didn't have the confidence to refuse.
The moment he gave the command to "Eat!", her body—bound by his strange power—would have no choice but to be drawn to his cock and seed, whether she liked it or not.
'If only I didn't know the taste... but now that I've experienced it...!'
No matter how much pride she tried to muster, the more she struggled, the more her hunger for "feed" would drive her to cling to him. Her resistance would only provide him with more excuses to perform even more absurd acts on her.
And the problem went beyond that—it would be a disaster even if someone did recognize her.
'Even in this disgraceful state, there is bound to be someone who knows who I am. And if that happens...?!'
It wasn't a boast, but Eleonora Croft was a living legend, an idol to every warrior and knight on the continent who had ever swung a sword. Stories of her sweeping away enemies with a single strike during the Great Purge were so famous that every village had children dreaming of becoming the "knight on a white horse" who saves the princess. Among the adventurers and knights who dreamed of success from humble beginnings, how many wouldn't know her face?
If it were just that, it might be manageable. But after the war, she had been hailed as a national hero and had traveled all over the kingdom as the Commander of the Royal Guard, serving as the face of the crown. There were countless males who harbored secret romantic feelings for her beauty and her body.
And now, that legendary Grandmaster and strongest knight was caught by a nameless villain—not just captured, but exposed naked in a livestock pen, making no effort to hide her shame? Rumors would fly across the continent: 'Eleonora Croft was actually a depraved slut who loved exposing her body and getting into heat in front of others!'
Squelch—
"Hng-uuuuuuh...!!"
As her mind wandered, her anus relaxed, and the weight of the dumbbell tried to drag the beads out. Eleonora quickly contracted her muscles, gripping the ping-pong-ball-sized beads tightly.
"Every time I grip them with my walls, it feels so strange... It's similar to being violated in the front, yet more vulgar and dirty... It makes my groin shiver...!"
Just like her vagina, something was splitting her internal walls. Whether it was a cock or these beads, something was invading her. But unlike accepting a member for reproduction—whether by force or for a lover—the sensation in her anus was far more lewd. As she thought, it was "vulgar" and "base."
'It's because this isn't a hole meant for reproduction. It's a hole for waste, a hole meant to push things out, not to take things in...!'
He called her anus a "back pussy" and said he would shove his cock in there one day. Normally, she would have dismissed it as mockery—who would put their member in such an unclean place? But having faced his hideous desires head-on, having been defiled and humiliated, she knew he was serious. He truly intended to tame her anus and use it as his personal waste-chute for his seed.
'A pussy... a back pussy...!'
She had tasted mind-numbing pleasure while being impaled in the front. What would it feel like to accept him in this "unclean" hole? To have that massive girth forced inside, tearing and stretching her as if it didn't matter, before he filled it with cum?
Gulp.
'It would... feel good... because I'd know it's a hole that can't get pregnant no matter how much he spends inside... Once the tiny safety rope of 'fear of pregnancy' is gone, being trained by his cock, having this squirming wall covered in semen...!'
The dumbbell hanging from the beads slowly began to defy gravity. Contrary to the trembling of her body and the fluids leaking between her thighs, the weight was steadily being drawn upward.
"Haa-ut... it's... coming in...!"
And then, the black bead that had been precariously stretching her anus popped and disappeared deep into her body.