Kapitel 10: Is it wrong to get what I deserve (R-18?)

(A/N: Revenge, reverse rape, scat and stuff. Don't read if you can't stomach it. Next chapter it gets 100x better for him)

The rattling of chains was the first thing I heard when I woke up, and the weight of cold metal biting into my wrists and ankles was the second.

The air was thick with the stench of rot and decay, pockets of pungent filth dotting the dungeon floor.

-What the fuck is that smell?

As my eyes adjusted, they were drawn to the hulking figure looming before me - a grotesque, toad-like woman clad in dirty, tattered lingerie that barely contained her obscenely bloated form.

I wished it hadn't.

Sweat glistened on her mottled, green-tinged skin as she let out a raspy, muckus-filled-like cackle. "GEH-Geh-Geh!"

Her gaze raked over my trembling, chained body, her bulbous eyes narrowing with twisted delight as she began touch herself obscenely and gasping for air in sheer ecstasy.

I tried in vain to pull against the cold metal biting into my wrists and ankles, but I was utterly immobilized.

"Awake already?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet, condescending and heavy, like she was savoring every word. "Look at you….So breedable. GEH-Geh-Geh! You look just like a fuck toy."

I bit into my bottom lip till it bled.

"GEH-GEH! Squirm for me," she cooed, tilting her massive head as if she found my struggles amusing. "Like a little boy."

My voice trembled as I finally spoke. "P-Phryne…what are you doing? Just—just let me go. Don't you know what Ishtar will do to you?"

Her grin widened, and she stepped closer, her enormous shadow engulfing me. "Let you go?" she mocked, her voice with a lack of empathy.

"Oh, no, no, no. I can't do that, little worm. GEH-Geh-Geh! Not when you look so ~perfect~all chained up like this."

Her fingers were slick with a sticky, yellowish substance that seemed to be a combination of sweat and... something else. Something that made my skin crawl.

"I'm going to peg you" she crooned. "So wide. So full of me. Bad boys should all get beat!" She stepped even closer, her hot, rancid breath washing over on me purposely spitting on my face. "And you have been bad, haven't you? GEH-Geh-Geh! Tell me, ya think you worth my mercy?"

"I-I didn't—" My voice broke, and I swallowed hard, trying to gather myself. "I didn't do anything…really."

Rightfully, in this situation being at her mercy is worse than hell.

Her laughter burst out, loud and mocking, shaking the room. "Not to me," she said, leaning in so close I could see the beads of sweat on her upper lip. "But what about Samira? GEH-Geh-Geh! What about the bitch you bred and tossed aside? Do you know what happened to her?"

My stomach twisted into knots. I couldn't speak. Samira? "Where is she?"

What does she mean? No way, right?

"GEH-Geh-Geh" Her voice dropped into something almost tender, but it was worse—so much worse. "She went insane, screaming in the streets, naked, raving about power. GEH-Geh-Geh! And then she died. She threw herself onto a spear, right through her pussy, up to her womb, in a Smith at that, just like that. Your baby too. Gone. Sglash-pep, it sounded. And why? Because of you. Because you ruined her."

I could feel her eyes crawling over me, drinking in my fear and humiliation, as she took pleasure in my distress.

I kept imagining the sheer horror she will put me through if it's for a noble cause.

"I—no, that's not…" My words faltered, and my voice cracked. "Don't misunderstand—"

"Didn't mean to?" she interrupted, her voice rising in mock indignation. "GEH-Geh-Geh! Didn't mean to destroy her? Bred her!", she grabbed my bare ass which made me turn my attention to the fact that I'm naked.

I shut out the roaming touch of her massive hand.

"Didn't mean to turn her into a shell of herself? Oh, such a boy" She leaned in closer, licking her atrocious tongue, her toad-like face inches from mine. "You don't get to play the victim here, worm. You deserve this. Your head's so far up your own ass, you did not even think of her as a person! FULL OF SHIT!"

"Wait, I-it was the result of everything. I did what I had to..And she was a bad person to-", my voice raw from fear of her, my judge.

Her massive hand delved into the pocket of animal feces, emerging with a glob of warm, runny excrement that glistened in the dim light of the dungeon.

The second her foul-smelling hand connected with my face, an explosion of agony tore through me. I felt the bones in my jaw shatter under the impact, jagged shards cutting into the soft flesh of my cheek. Warm blood gushed from the wound, spilling down my chin and staining the front of my shirt.

I let out an agonized scream, the sound ripping from my throat as tears of pain streamed down my face.

She tilted her head, her grin widening. "What's that? Speak up, little worm."

I cannot speak, but I screamed.

"GEH-Geh-Geh! That's more like it"

Phryne spurred on towards her first climax due to her belief of finding beauty in things not commonly associated with conventional beauty. A disgusting complex and the anti-thesis to his logical mind.

I can't do this. I can't survive this. Someone, please—

But there was no one. Only her. Only her laughter. Only her hands. Only her voice echoing in my head.

I tried to speak, to plead for her to stop, but the shattered bones in my jaw ground together, sending fresh waves of searing pain through my skull. All that escaped my lips was a pitiful, gurgling sound that only seemed to amuse her further.

She gripped herself and had her first orgasm of the day, primarily due to how turnt my [Charm] made her feel.

She let out a delighted cackle as she dragged me from the chair, my limp body held aloft with ease. "Time for your real lesson, boy," she growled, her voice dripping with malice. Her smirk incredibly wide as she lustfully scrutinizes me, "You've been a very, very bad boy, no?"

She forces down top-quality exilirs, potions, and more in an attempt to stop my bleeding. It sort of worked enough to save me critically.

She rummaged over her torture tools as she leaks herself running around and humming to herself crazily. She grabs something. She began thinking to herself as her expression turns crazed: WHY!? OF ALL DAYS NO NEW TOYS! SHIT SHIT SHIT. She tossed that tool in my direction as to shut me up for a moment. Then saw it. The one tool she had been saving. She manically burst out into laughter.

"GEH GEH GEH GEH

GEH GEH GEHHHHHHHHHH!", she huffed placing her hands on her knees. Weighing on them before turning back to me, stomping towards me faster than I could process and so I screamed loudly and began to flay.

With a sadistic grin, she slowly inserted the Pear of Anguish into my most sensitive and vulnerable area. The metal prongs pressed against my flesh, slowly prying me open as waves of searing pain radiated through my body. I tried to scream, but the healing of the shattered bones in my jaw made it impossible, my cries reduced to strangled, gurgling sounds.

I could feel the flesh tearing, the warm trickle of blood running down my trembling thighs as she continued her relentless assault. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she withdrew the device, only to be replaced by an even smaller, more nightmarish version in the hands of the same tool.

I shed a lot of tears and kept mentally screaming for the V.W.S to get me out of here.

[Request Processing]

It took three seconds and then it followed with.

[Countdown: 2 years, 6 months, 7 days, 23 Hours, 17 seconds]

Over and over again I attempted to leave.

[Request Processing]

It took three seconds and then it followed with.

[Countdown: 2 years, 6 months, 7 days, 23 Hours, 16 seconds]

Again

[Request Processing]

It took two seconds and then it followed with.

[Countdown: 2 years, 6 months, 7 days, 23 Hours, 15 seconds]

To no avail.

"Fae-Fae, you've been such a good boy," she cooed, rubbing herself all over me, her voice dripping with disgusting temptations as she began to insert the device into my urethra.

I tried to struggle, but the chains held me fast, my body at her mercy.The device began to spin, the metal claws scraping against the tender flesh inside me. I felt a burning, searing pain as she tore through the linings of my urethra, the sound of my own screams echoing through the dungeon as I tried to beg for mercy.

I began biting at my own tongue to commit suicide. If I could not leave this world the right way then fuck it all.

It was futile she simply used high grade drinkables to stop my bleeding rapidly.

I felt my vision begin to blur, my body wracked with convulsions as the pain became almost unbearable. And then, everything went black.

With a guttural moan, she collapsed on manure bucket, laying in it, her massive frame crushing it all paste outlined by her shape. She had finally relieved herself, but due to her tirednesss she rolled closer to me.

Exhaustion finally began to set in, my eyelids growing heavy as the adrenaline high faded. With one last, lingering touch, she collapsed at my side, her body molding around mine as she drifted off into a deep, satisfied slumber.

After the a few hours, right before anything I activated [Fate] seeing her on the floor sleeping. My breathing was quickly being suppressed as I began mindlessly searching for power to save me. Impossibly, I ran into issues with casting magic. Nothing changed.

My entire body began going through agonizing pains again and the new-found collar put on me during my sleep impeded me from using magic. An collar enchanted with anti-magic. I shed a tear realizing and then looked down to see the most hideous face of my life smiling up, back at me. Her eye's sparking yellow as she gets ready to violate me down to my very soul.

I felt a surge of fear as she pulled at me, ripping me out of the chains with bare brute strength. My legs trembling beneath me as I struggled to maintain my balance.

She led me to a nearby table, one that was stained with the remnants of previous victims. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I realized the horrors that had taken place here. With a cruel smile, she pushed me onto the table, my back arching as I landed with a thud.

She began to bind me down, using a mixture of ropes and chains to secure me to the table. I felt a surge of panic as I realized I was completely at her mercy. With a cold, calculating gaze, she reached out and grasped a nearby instrument.

It was a pair of rusty, old-fashioned pliers, ones that looked like they had been used to pull teeth from screaming victims. She grasped them in her massive hand, the metal cold and unforgiving as she began to pry open my mouth. I felt a wave of agony wash over me as she began to rip out my teeth, one by one.

Unfortunately, for three days straight I was forced to endure unimaginably disgusting horrors with no possibility of escaping. Even sex with her.