Chapter 49
There was no clock in the Chamber of Repentance.
So there was no way to tell how much time had passed.
Even if there had been a clock, it would have been hard to see in this pitch-dark place.
“Hheh, uhh.”
I wished I could at least tell day from night.
Being stuck in the dark was starting to wear me down mentally.
There weren't any windows, so no sunlight came in.
Not that sunlight could reach down here in the first place.
Anyway, I was trapped in the Chamber of Repentance.
I wasn't alone, though.
There was another unpleasant companion inside me.
“Ah, h-hic.”
A sharp, helpless cry escaped me.
It was because of the tentacle slowly squirming its way through my vagina.
Squish, squelch, squelch.
“Hhgh.”
Aside from the wet sounds of the tentacle moving and my intermittent moans, the room was silent.
Even if I cried out in a coquettish voice, there was no man here to desire this body.
My body was poised right on the brink of climax.
The frustration and ticklish sensations were driving me insane.
My mind was highly aroused.
More and more aroused, until I was in a state of extreme excitement.
Was my brain releasing some sort of pleasure-related neurotransmitter?
I didn't know.
It didn't matter much, either.
“Ahh, hng, h-huh.”
At some point, coquettish panting filled the room.
The overwhelming sensitivity made my mind creak and groan.
The pleasure didn't fade. It kept building.
Layer by layer, like water rising behind a dam.
I could endure a certain amount.
I could bear the torment.
I could hold out.
But what if this went on for hours?
“Haaah, hhaa, h-heh.”
Flash!
The sensation that had once again climbed to the brink of climax abruptly cut off halfway through.
It was agonizing, like a chilling blade being plunged into my lungs.
You can't climax without a man's cock.
My body seemed to be telling me that.
I can't breathe.
How am I supposed to breathe?
“Nghh.”
Struggling was useless.
The pleasure kept piling up until it soon became more than I could bear.
Pleasure. Nothing but pleasure.
That base pleasure heating my body made my thoughts simple.
It made it impossible to think of anything else.
“Hic, hic, h-hic.”
I felt like I was about to stop breathing.
I curled my toes and scraped the floor with my nails.
I'm going insane.
I-I can't take it anymore.
I wanted to move my arms and pull the tentacle exploring my insides out.
Clank, clank!
Unfortunately, the chains around my wrists stopped me.
No matter how hard I strained, I couldn't reach between my legs.
In the end, I was doomed to be mercilessly tormented by the tentacle.
“Hah, hah, hng.”
Again.
How many times had it happened by now?
Whenever I was about to climax, the sensation dropped away first.
Like a circuit breaker tripping automatically when the voltage rises too high!
Needless to say, this was far from normal.
The more this went on, the lower my threshold for pleasure became.
After needing the tentacle to thrust into me several times to climax, now just one movement was enough to leave me drowning in pleasure.
“Ngh, h-heh, h-hng.”
Even as a small tentacle, it was about the size of an adult man's hand.
It was more than big enough to fit inside my little pussy.
And it moved however it pleased.
The tentacle inside my vagina sometimes scraped the walls, sometimes clung to them, moving however it wanted.
Naturally, I was the one suffering from its monstrous behavior.
“Hhgh, ahh.”
My jaw trembled.
Even though I wanted to wipe the drool from my lips, being restrained made that difficult.
“Hhaa, ah, ah, ah! S-stop it!”
It couldn't understand me.
It couldn't understand, but I begged anyway.
I couldn't help pleading.
“Hah, hheh, h-heh.”
Though it felt like an eternity had passed, the closed door showed no sign of opening.
How long would I have to stay here?
How long would I have to be tormented?
With no end in sight, waiting was exhausting.
Especially when I was being soaked in pleasure every second.
My thoughts crumbled like wet sand.
They fell apart.
My reason began to crack.
It started to collapse.
“Hah, hah, haaah.”
How many times had it happened now?
I hate this punishment.
You can stop now.
I want to come so, so badly.
I want to come already.
Fuck me.
Stick it in me.
Me.
Me.
Me!
“Hic!”
The tentacle reached my cervix.
It forced its way into my tightly closed womb.
The sensation was horrifying.
“Ahh, ah, ah.”
It hurt.
It hurt as it forced its way in.
It hurt like someone was stomping on my insides.
It hurt, but...
It should have hurt.
I could feel it.
Even this pain...
Was turned into pleasure, transformed.
But I still didn't ‘climax.’
Not ever.
Never.
“Hheh.”
My thoughts were growing numb.
Even forming words was difficult now.
I opened my mouth with a ragged gasp.
Before I could even catch my breath, the tentacle burrowing into my womb began to thrash wildly.
It churned my insides into a mess.
My vagina and womb warped around the tentacle as it moved.
The recoil arched my back.
My legs twitched, too.
My arms moved against my will, making the chains rattle.
“……Nooo, hng, sob, it feels awful, s-stop, s-scary, I'm, I'm breaking.”
It was a cruel, brutal punishment.
Would this punishment ever end?
Even if it did, I didn't think I could hold out until then.
Time passed.
* * *
C-c-cum...
My pussy was being stabbed over and over, scraped raw inside.
That ticklish spot was being pounded hard.
My mind's going blank.
It feels so good, so good.
My clit is being pinched, too.
“H-hic, hheek, th-that place...”
I almost came again, but couldn't.
But I'm so miserable... It feels so good, I'm getting weird.
The tentacle's stuck fast to my womb, tormenting me.
I'm scared.
My brain's gone stupid.
I think I'm going to die.
I can't hold out anymore.
I'm dazed.
My stomach's throbbing.
The tentacle's moving like it's angry.
I'm going to come again.
Huh?
That's strange.
I should be coming.
I'm not coming.
I want to rub my pussy.
Make me come.
I want to come.
Creeeak.
The door opened.
It's Ronini.
Is he smiling?
Are you enjoying this, too?
I'm enjoying it, too!
“Hehe, it's Ronini! M-make me, hng, ngh, d-d, d-die, r-really, ahhek. M-my pussy's itchy again!”
Ronin was looking at me.
I was looking at Ronin, too.
“Only five hours have passed. You made more of a mess in here than I expected.”
“S-sorry, I-I was bad, ngh, p-please let me out, haaah!”
“You seem quite worn out. ‘Purify.’”
Purify?
What's that?
It's loud.
My head feels like it's going to burst.
Like it's going to burst open.
Huh?
Huh.
Huh.
“Ahh……”
As if impurities were being filtered out, my mind gradually cleared.
Only then could I look around.
The room smelled musty.
The floor was covered in my piss and juices.
The tentacle was still thrashing inside my vagina.
“……What is this?”
Ronin smiled.
“‘Purify’ is a versatile holy art. It can restore a person's reason, or erase filth itself. It's a complex and difficult holy art, but perhaps because of my aptitude, I don't find it especially hard. So, are you coming to your senses now?”
Should I refuse to answer?
No, that doesn't seem like a good idea.
“………A little.”
My voice was dry and hoarse.
He calmly pointed at the floor.
“A Saintess who can't even tell urine from anything else. Do you really aspire to be a bitch that badly?”
I'd heard Purify could erase filth, too.
So the fact that he hadn't cleaned the mess on the floor must have been intentional.
I was about to snap back, You bastard, you're the one who did this to me.
“Hhgh.”
Twitch.
Was it because he'd used Purify?
The tentacle thrashed violently inside me as if in protest.
Pleasure surged up again.
It felt like lightning had struck my head.
Even so, thanks to Ronin's Purify, it wasn't completely unbearable.
I felt relieved.
If Ronin was here, that meant this hellish punishment was over.
It meant I could leave.
“I-is the p-punishment over?”
Ronin wore a cold smile.
“Of course not. I only came to clean up the bitch's piss and shit.”
He was treating me like an animal, plain and simple.
Strangely, my despair at being unable to leave the room outweighed my anger at his attitude.
This torture still wasn't over?
Really?
Tears welled up.
Just a moment ago, my mind had collapsed.
That wasn't an exaggeration. I really had been consumed by pleasure.
It was terrifying that without Ronin's Purify, I couldn't even think this clearly.
“P-please, s-stop. I-I won't... h-hic, mess with your face again. I'll behave and do what you say, h-heh.”
The reason I couldn't speak properly was that the tentacle twitched whenever I tried.
Even with my mind clear, pleasure was still pleasure, and it wasn't an emotion I could endure.
He watched me tremble and gave a nasty smile.
“Your disgraceful behavior is entertaining, Saintess, but punishment is punishment. There's no taking it back. Ah, unless you offer me a proper apology, perhaps.”
A proper apology.
That was the compromise he offered.
“H-how, h-hic, do I do that?”
He came closer and grabbed the tentacle squirming between my legs.
It was sudden and unexpected, and a wave of pleasure rippled through me.
“H-hhaaah.”
The tentacle, which had made its home all the way up in my womb, didn't come out easily and resisted.
But it couldn't overcome the strength of Ronin's powerful grip.
The tentacle was ripped out by the root.
At the same time, I convulsed.
“Hh, h-hng.”
I was ashamed.
The sound it made as he pulled out the tentacle embarrassed me, and the vulgar moan I let out while he did it made me cringe.
“Thanks to your juices, Saintess, it's swollen up nicely.”
The tentacle in Ronin's hand had grown to about the size of an adult man's forearm, swollen with my juices.
I stared blankly at the tentacle he'd pulled out.
Something that big had been inside me?
No wonder it hurt.
“Now, shall we hear that proper apology?”
He undid his trousers.
A huge cock, as big as Cardinal Marbloff's, sprang upright.
It was thick and girthy.
His cock came right up to my face.
It had that distinct, sharp, pissy cock smell.
I grimaced and looked up at him.
“W-what does this have to do with an apology?”
He cut me off quickly.
“How long your punishment lasts may depend on the Saintess's proper apology.”
You nasty bastard.
You fucking bastard.
“……I-I'll suck it.”
“How is that a proper apology?”
“I-I'll suck you off. Priest Ronin.”
“That's hardly a sincere apology. Fine, go ahead and try.”
I saw his stiff, swollen glans.
I opened my mouth and swallowed the tip of his cock.
It tasted salty.
Even though I shoved it into my mouth as far as I could, I only managed to take half of it.
“Hmm.”
Maybe I wasn't sucking him well enough.
He suddenly thrust his body forward.
I had been sitting with my back against the wall, so there was nowhere for me to retreat.
“Ghk, ngh.”
His cock shoved deep into my throat, cutting off my breath.
The long cock hurt as it jabbed at my esophagus.
It prodded my uvula and made me gag, too.
“Suck properly.”
Slurp, slurp.
Even as I felt like I was about to choke, I desperately licked his cock.
Because I didn't want to be punished again.
Because sucking a man's cock was better than that.
I sucked his cock as hard as I could.
It was a brutal irrumatio.
How many minutes passed?
He pulled his cock out of my mouth.
Smack!
Then he slapped me across the face without warning.
“Pathetic.”
Ah, fuck.
How would I know how to suck cock if I'd never done it before?
Wouldn't it be more of a problem if a Saintess were good at sucking cock?
I felt humiliated.
But the fact that my body was trembling wasn't entirely due to the humiliation.
The incubus's pheromones.
They'd turned even pain into pleasure.
That left me feeling hollow.
I... get off on this shit?
This really is rock bottom.
“Cough, hack. A-anyway, it's d-done, right? I-I sucked it as hard as I could.”
He smiled and took out a key.
Then he unlocked the cuffs around my wrists.
At least he kept his promise.
“……Won't you unlock my shackles, too?”
Ronin didn't undo the shackles around my ankles.
Why was he only freeing my hands?
“Now, seduce me.”
What?
“If you can truly move me, I'll end your punishment here.”
………Fuck.