Chapter 25 The Captive Girls, Part ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Rena struggled against the brute’s grip, her voice muffled as she tried to scream. “No… stop…!” she choked out, but her words were lost in a desperate gurgle. The creature’s rough hand pressed down on her head, forcing her to submit to his demands. Her eyes, wide with fear and tears, locked onto his, but he showed no mercy.
”Ngh… mmm…!” she gagged, her body trembling as he pushed deeper, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The air was thick with the sounds of her suffering—wet, choking noises that echoed her helplessness.
”Blgh… ah… ugh… no… stop…!” she managed, but her pleas were ignored. Each time he withdrew, she gasped for air, only to be forced back down, her body wracked with retching sounds.
”Ugh… mmm… mph…!” Her throat burned, her face contorted in agony as he pressed harder, his rhythm relentless. Drool and snot streamed from her nose, mixing with her tears, smearing her face.
”Blgh… ugh… no… please…!” she sobbed, her body heaving as she vomited repeatedly. She tried to pull away, to escape, but her hands were pinned, her head held fast. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but endure.
”Ngh… ugh… I’m… drowning…!” she choked out, her voice barely audible. And then, it happened—a rush of warmth flooded her mouth, forcing her to swallow against her will.
”Drowning… ugh…!” she gasped, her body convulsing as he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. He didn’t stop there; instead, he unleashed a torrent of something thick and hot onto her face, covering her skin.
”Ugh… blgh…!” she coughed, her mouth and nose spilling over with the substance, her face a mask of misery.
Nearby, Sheila was in a different kind of struggle. “Does that feel good…? Do you like it…?” she panted, her voice soft and coaxing. With each movement of her chest, she pressed against him, her touch rhythmic and deliberate.
”Yeah… keep going… make me finish…!” he groaned, his voice thick with need.
”Yes… I’ll make you feel so good…!” she promised, her lips joining in, her tongue tracing patterns that made him shudder.
”Mmm… slurp… mmm…!” The sounds were intimate, the air heavy with anticipation. She worked faster, her movements urgent, her breath coming in short gasps.
”Ugh… ah…!” he cried out, his body tensing as he reached his peak. A rush of warmth spilled over her, coating her skin.
”Ah… so hot… so much…” she murmured, her fingers tracing the dampness on her face, her expression dazed and blissful.
But the moment was short-lived. Another brute grabbed her, his grip rough as he forced her to submit. “Mmm… ah… okay…!” she mumbled, her lips moving against his skin, her chest heaving as he pressed closer, his hands roaming over her.
”Oh… so good…!” he grunted, his rhythm building, his movements frantic. And then, it happened again—a rush of warmth filled her mouth, forcing her to swallow, her eyes widening as she choked.
Saria watched in horror, her voice breaking as she pleaded. “Please… hurt me instead of Amisa-sama!” she cried, her hands reaching out, only to be batted away.
”Blgh… ugh… mmm…!” Amisa gagged, her body trembling as she was forced to submit, again and again. Each time, there was a rush of warmth, a sound of swallowing, a look of pain on her face.
”Ngh… ugh… gulp…!” she choked out, her body limp as they repeated the act, over and over.
”Stop… please stop!” Saria screamed, her voice raw with desperation. But her cries only seemed to fuel their cruelty. A brute grabbed her, his touch rough as he silenced her.
”Ngh…!” she gasped, her eyes widening as he pressed closer, his rhythm brutal.
”Shut up,” he growled, his voice cold.
”Blgh!?” she choked, her throat burning, her body wracked with gagging sounds. Drool bubbled from her lips, her tears mixing with the mess on her face. Yet, she never fought back, never bit down.
Pleased, he pressed harder, his movements frantic. “Ngh… mmm… ugh…!” she gagged, her body trembling as he reached his peak, a rush of warmth flooding her mouth.
”Mmmph!?” she gasped, her face twisting in pain as she tried to spit it out, but there was no escape. She swallowed, her throat working as she choked down the warmth.
”Cough… ugh… no…!” she retched, her body heaving as she tried to recover. But there was no time. Another brute grabbed her, his grip rough as he forced her to submit once more.
”Mmmph!?” she gasped, her eyes widening as he pressed closer, his rhythm relentless.
”Ngh… mmm… ugh…!” she choked, her body trembling as he reached his peak, a rush of warmth spilling over her, her throat burning as she was forced to swallow.
”Ohhhh!?”
Saria choked as a rush of heat flooded her throat, her body convulsing. Yet, she didn’t spit it out—she swallowed, as if willingly. Pleased, the brute pulled away, only to grab her head and thrust brutally again.
”Mmmmph!?”
Saria could barely make a sound, her voice reduced to gagging noises. Watching her suffer, the brute began to pump his hips faster, his rhythm relentless.
”Ngh!? Nnnhhhh!!”
Saria’s face and chest were smeared with thick fluid, yet she kept swallowing, her body trembling.
”Cough! Gah, ughh!”
Finally released, she collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. The brutes laughed, their voices harsh and mocking.
”A… aah…”
Saria trembled in terror, but they didn’t stop. They crowded around her, their hands rough as they began again.
”Noooo!!”
Her screams were drowned out as they violated her mouth, again and again.
…Please… stop…
She thought, but she endured, telling herself it meant less suffering for Amisa. She didn’t realize how futile it was.
”Enough. Stop.”
Kanata’s command halted them, though they grumbled. He soothed them, then dismissed the group. The girls were taken to the baths, but it was no gentle cleansing.
Stripped and bound, they were scrubbed harshly with rough brushes, cold water poured over them. Their mouths were filled with water, forced to gargle until they vomited. Saria and the others were scrubbed even harder, their bodies marked by the brutes’ desires.
Kanata’s orders spared them further violation, but the humiliation was overwhelming.
At least it’s not worse…
Annamira thought, trying to find gratitude.
Thrown on the floor, scrubbed raw, water poured over them—every inch of their bodies cleaned, even the most private parts. Their faces burned with shame, their pleas to clean themselves ignored. The process repeated, until finally, they were dragged back to the changing room, dried with warm air.
At least we have this…
Annamira clung to the small mercy, her dignity stripped away.
Later, they were given simple rooms to rest. Annamira, dressed in a plain gown, sat on the bed, her mind racing. She slipped into the next room, finding Rena unconscious, her bare chest rising and falling steadily.
”…Rena?”
No response. Annamira sat beside her, relief washing over her.
”I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
She hugged Rena tightly, tears streaming down her face. Rena was a commoner, free of the burdens Annamira carried. If she had been the decoy, Rena could have escaped. If only she hadn’t hesitated, they could have reached the gate in time.
”Why did you…?”
Her voice broke, her tears falling unchecked as she held Rena close, her guilt overwhelming.
* * *
”Did you sleep well last night?”
The man before her—Kanata—asked casually. The setting was not the grand audience chamber from before, but a small, private room. It seemed to be Kanata’s personal quarters. Elriese perched on his shoulder, smirking down at Annamira and the others. Along the walls, several women in maid outfits stood at attention, awaiting orders. Besides Annamira, Rena, and Sheila were also present.
”Yes… thank you,” Annamira replied meekly. All thoughts of resistance were gone. She hoped to bargain for the others’ freedom, even if it meant sacrificing herself. At least Rena… Her thoughts trailed off as she realized Amisa and Saria were missing.
”Um… where are the others? Amisa and Saria?”
”…I didn’t post guards last night. Didn’t you think of escaping?” Kanata ignored her question, his tone curious.
”…Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap,” Rena spoke up before Annamira could reply. In truth, Annamira hadn’t realized it until Rena pointed it out earlier that morning.
”A trap, huh?” Kanata looked slightly troubled.
”So, Amisa-sama and Saria ran away?” Sheila asked.
”Ah, well… couldn’t really stop them,” Kanata led them to an adjacent room.
Inside, Amisa and Saria were being brutalized by a group of ogres.
”No… please…!” Amisa cried, her struggles useless against the hulking creatures. One forced his massive member into her mouth.
”Mmmph! …Guh… bleh… mmph…”
”Hah! Her mouth’s so tight!” The ogre thrust deep, his shaft reaching her throat. Tears streamed down Amisa’s face as she choked.
”Gah… ugh… guh…!”
”Aw, she can’t take it? I’m not even close yet!” The ogre continued mercilessly. Amisa’s eyes widened in agony, but she couldn’t resist.
”Guh… ugh… guh…!” Saliva dripped from her mouth, her face contorted in pain.
”Alright, let’s finish this,” The ogres grabbed Amisa, dragging her to Kanata.
”Boss, please!” One of them pleaded. A maid stepped forward, taking Kanata’s member into her mouth.
”Mmmph! …Guh… bleh… ahh, Kanata-sama…” She sucked him to fullness, then reluctantly pulled away.
”Alright, boss, go ahead,” The ogres forced Amisa onto her hands and knees, lifting her hips. They pressed her rear toward Kanata.
”Mmph! …No, please, not that!” Amisa struggled, but the ogres held her firmly.
”No… no… no… please…!” They pushed her backward, forcing Kanata’s member into her.
”Hiiiiee!” Amisa screamed, tears streaming down her face.
(It hurts… so much…!) The ogres ignored her pain, thrusting her body back and forth.
”Gah… hiiiiee! …Guh…!” Amisa’s cries filled the room, but they didn’t stop.
”Guh… ugh… guh…!” Her voice broke into animalistic wails.
(It hurts… so much…!) Tears fell from her eyes.
”Mmmph! Guh… bleh… guh… mmph…!” Another ogre forced his member into her mouth, thrusting brutally.
”Mmmph! Guh… bleh… guh…!” Amisa’s cries were muffled, her will crumbling.
Kanata’s hips moved steadily, driving her to the edge.
”Mmmph! Guh… bleh… guh…!” (Please… stop…!) Amisa’s eyes were empty, her tears falling silently.
”Mmmph! Guh… bleh… guh…!” (It’s over… I can’t…)
”Ugh… I’m close!” Kanata thrust deeply, releasing inside her.
”Mmmph! Guh… bleh… guh…!” Amisa’s resistance was gone.
”Ah…” Kanata withdrew, his seed spilling out.
”Alright, boss, done?” “…Yeah, but don’t take their virginity yet,” The ogres cheered, dragging Amisa away to continue their assault. A line formed, each waiting their turn.
Saria was brought forward next. Kanata took her virginity, then left her to the ogres, who violated her mouth, rear, and core. The rules were clear: a captive’s first time belonged to Kanata. The feast showed no signs of ending.
Kanata returned to the main room, his member cleaned by the maids.
”That’s horrible… why would you do that…?” Annamira whispered, her voice shaking.
”They’ll be released in three days,” “Three days… please, stop it!” Elriese cut off Annamira’s plea with a mocking tone.
”Oh, that’s their own fault. They failed to understand the master’s kindness, acting selfishly and foolishly. Like that girl said, they’re not stupid, right?” Elriese laughed cruelly.
”Never mind them. They’re done. Now, for you three,” Kanata tossed three collars onto the table.
”Your choices are simple: serve as the master’s slaves for life, or become playthings for the ogre soldiers. Though, if you choose the latter, you’ll be freed after three months,” Elriese added, her words making Annamira’s eyes light up.
A lifetime of servitude versus three months of torment—the choice seemed clear.
”Don’t get your hopes up. The ogre troops are insatiable. You’ll be violated nonstop, with no sleep. Your only food will be their seed. Unless you’re a succubus, there’s no way you’ll last three months. And by then, you’ll likely be pregnant with an ogre’s child,” Kanata’s words silenced them. Annamira and the others stared at the collars, their minds reeling.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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