Chapter 28 – (3) Stella’s Reflection Assistant [Illustration]
Roman’s words about removing the hymen were not at the level of a small threat.
Roman was causing pain to Stella using various magic he had learned and numerous tools in the basement.
Stella thought she had endured the initial pain and held on.
Sadly, it was only her humble beginnings compared to what she would experience.
It was already the sixth time, her virginity was being taken away.
Roman gazed clearly at Stella’s vagina with his greedy eyes.
In his hands were all kinds of vicious tools.
“… Please…”
A voice was heard struggling. It was Stella’s earnest wish.
Her vagina, the place that should have been tightly closed, was widened wide open by a tool that pinches the labia.
Of course, there was no pain to speak of because the genitals were still intact and pulled.
[Regeneration Magic]
As soon as Stella was on the brink of her pain, her regenerative magic rose once again.
Her vagina, which had been severely swollen, returned to its original state.
It has been a long time since Stella became a toy, with the important parts of her womanhood brutally exposed.
“This time, let’s try it with this wooden stick.”
A long wooden baton was held in Roman’s hand. Although it was not that different in size from the items that had taken her virginity so far, this wooden stick had even greater meaning to Stella.
A pattern engraved starting from the center of the wooden pole all the way to the end, and a small crown shape decorating the top part.
The true identity of the wooden baton was that it was an item given only to the king of Laos.
In short, it was safe to view it as a sign of the ruler of Laos.
This was included among the tribute demanded from Laos earlier. At that time, I thought it was because I wanted to be treated as a VIP when I came to Laos, but underneath that there was a dark desire.
Suuk,
The wooden stick that had no liquid on it was just a very hard piece of wood. As such a chunk of wood entered the inside of her vagina without warning, Stella’s waist trembled.
Squeezing!
Stella’s eyes filled with tears as she felt the sensation of her hymen being pulled and ripped, something she had already experienced several times.
“Ugh!… Baby!”
With the feeling of ruthlessly digging into her vagina and the rush of bleeding, the wooden stick dug deep inside as if exploring her tight virgin vagina.
“It looks like she’s enjoying it rather than being in pain. For a girl to reveal herself like this, she has a really naughty body, doesn’t she?”
Even though her magic had made her a virgin, Stella’s body tightened around her neck, remembering the feeling of the six sticks that had been engraved in her mind.
“… That’s right… No… Master.”
Even in the midst of terrible pain, I did not forget the word “Master.” This was because during the second humiliation, she had already omitted the word ‘master’ and her clitoris had been tormented for a long time.
When I think about that time, my body still trembles.
When Roman cruelly pulled out the wooden stick, the virgin blood and love juices mixed together, and a red liquid flowed out.
After that, Stella, who seemed to be half out of her mind, was lying face down.
It was truly a miserable situation.
**
Shoot!
A bucket of water poured into Stella’s face.
Stella, who opened her eyes to the cold, was frightened and struggled. But this time, her own arms and legs were intact.
“You’re awake.”
A rattling sound began to be heard along with Roman’s voice.
Kwiik, kkiik.
With an evil sound coming from the floor, the floor where Stella was sitting began to slowly rise in the shape of a triangular pillar.
At the same time, the shackles on Stella’s wrists were lifted to the ceiling. Stella’s body began to hang in the air.
She could only shake her feet due to the sudden force of the pull, but the wooden floor gradually rose and took the shape of a triangular wooden horse.
“Ugh! Ugh…!”
Stella’s vagina was crushed by the sharp cross-section of the triangular wooden horse.
The floor that she could barely reach by standing on tiptoe became impossible as the wooden horse gradually rose.
As the height of the wooden horse reached a certain point, the pressure on Stella’s vagina increased.
“It suits you well. How about spending the day there today?”
It was Roman’s bitter laughter.
This tool, commonly called a triangular wooden horse, could be viewed as a time-honored method of torture that had been used against apostates for a long time, in which the accused was placed on a sharp wooden horse and tortured.
The woman on her horse focuses her strength on her thighs to withstand the pain pressing into her vagina, but after dozens of minutes she finally gives up and has to endure the pain cutting into her vagina. It was a miserable torture device.
Besides, it was safe to say that Roman was her favorite torture device. As such, traces of countless women who had cried on it remained on the outside of the triangular wooden horse.
Roman recalled that time.
‘Aaaaah! Torn.! It’s torn!’
‘. No. If you keep doing this, you’ll die…’
The voices of countless women crying up there were still vivid, and Stella was no different.
She gasped and opened her eyes as the pain tore through her groin.
His entire body was covered in sweat, and he had a miserable appearance.
“Ugh… Ugh…”
“How is it painful? Or is the bitch blood inside you screaming with pleasure?”
“… Ugh, master… Please get off. You’re in so much pain.”‘
It was Stella, crying and repeating forgiveness and pleading like a parrot.
“Does my act of giving hurt?”
Stella shook her head.
“… Master… Please… Please have mercy…”
“Mercy, yes, I am a merciful emperor. But there is one condition to be merciful.”‘
Stella looked at Roman, who spoke with a deliberate pause, with very pitiful eyes. Roman smiled when he saw those eyes.
“I need to tell you in detail where it hurts, so I can show you mercy, right?”
Stella opened her mouth quietly, looking miserable on her horse.
“Master… The bitch’s vagina…”
“Your voice is small, let me make it a little louder.”
Roman pressed Stella’s thighs on her horse.
“Agggggagagagaggak!!!”
Stella cried and begged with a very sharp scream.
“Master!!! The bitch’s vagina hurts so much! Please have mercy!”
Roman shrugged his head as if he didn’t know what Stella said.
“Pussy? The bitch I’m raising doesn’t know such fancy words. It’s not a vagina, but a pussy hole, for example?”
Stella’s face, which was already out of breath and red from the pain, turned bright red.
Even though she had been through all kinds of pain until now, Stella had never used such vulgar words herself, so it was very difficult for her to say such things out of her mouth.
But now it was too painful a moment to hold on like that.
The delay was pain.
“… Master, the bitch’s pussy hole hurts so much. Please have mercy.”
“How does it hurt?”
“Because of this wooden horse pressing down on the bitch’s pussy hole… Ugh…!”
When Roman pressed his thigh again, he groaned in pain.
“Is it really painful? It looks like you’re letting out sweet moans.”
Stella was still engaged in a miserable battle with her horse, sweat pouring down her body.
Roman, who knew this, was taking time to enjoy Stella’s shame.
I always thought that seeing a woman crying mournfully on top of a wooden horse was a truly beautiful sight.
“The sight of a high-ranking princess knight riding a wooden horse and crossing her legs is not something you see anywhere.”
Roman continued to laugh.
“…”
Stella said nothing more.
“Stella, if you urinate on her like that, I will take you off the horse.”
“…!”
It was not easy to urinate when the vagina was continuously stimulated and the vagina was blocked by a wooden horse.
But she was Stella who somehow gave strength to her lower abdomen. Even when she was worried about whether she would urinate, she pressed her lower abdomen, creating a vicious cycle in which the pain in her vagina got worse.
After a while, Stella’s white cheeks turned red, and she began to slowly spurt a stream of water from her humiliated body.
Warm liquid flowed down the surface of the horse.
Pop. Drop.
A puddle of yellow water began to form on her floor.
“… Master, I’m tired of peeing… Are you letting me down now?”
But Roman’s expression was dark.
“Yes, you did urinate. And that too ‘without permission.'”
Stella flinched at the word permission.
“Obviously, during potty training, I would have told you to ask for permission before urinating from now on. Did you just forget? If so, I will have to punish you.”
Stella shook her head.
“If not, why are you doing that? Are you ignoring my orders?”
It was as if Roman was threatening Stella with the right to urinate.
In the end, Stella’s only choice was to endure the pain of the wooden horse until she needed to urinate again.
After nearly an hour, Stella opened her mouth with difficulty.
“Master… Is it okay for the bitch to urinate?”
“As much as you want.”
A crunching sound echoed throughout the room.
