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Chapter 10
Each time a bead popped into his bowels, Lucian groaned unnaturally and twisted his body, until at last the fluffy animal tail attached to the end of the cord swayed lewdly between his buttocks.
Panting under the weight of pleasure with his tongue lolling out, he exhibited none of an emperor’s dignity; he was the very picture of an abandoned bitch prowling the streets for a master.
The cruel defilement did not end there. Silas turned his attention to Lucian’s erect shaft. Stoking Lucian’s arousal by roughly gouging his urethral meatus with a finger, Silas picked up a large pearl. Though Lucian bit his lower lip and tried desperately to resist, Silas used his thumb to shove the pearl deep into Lucian’s urethral opening.
“Uuugh…! Ah, aaaaah…!” Lucian screamed, choking on the excruciating pain as the pearl stretched his urethra.
At the tearing agony in his urethra, Lucian kicked his legs wildly in the air. Silas bound Lucian’s lower body with cords of uneven, knobby pearls as if adorning a statue. The rough gems scraped mercilessly against Lucian’s sensitive skin, and the pearl undergarment formed from their coils constricted his crotch, becoming an instrument of torture that bit into his flesh with every movement.
The strand of pearls was nestled cunningly between the most sensitive folds of Lucian’s crotch. Forced apart by the cord, Lucian’s cunt had no choice but to gape wide, its bruised flesh distended to the size of a pigeon egg, exposing the hollow void of his passage.
When Silas leaned down to peer between Lucian’s thighs, the engorged, crimson cervix came into plain view from deep within. At that provocative sight—looking as if it had been trampled and breached countless times by rough men—Silas licked his lips in wicked exhilaration.
“Now, our emperor need only wear these opulent pearl garments and live as a bitch barking on this bed for the rest of his days,” Silas said, his fingers tracing the pearl-clad flesh with a mocking sneer. “This lewd look suits you splendidly.”
Adrian and Silas laughed with greedy delight, gazing down at Lucian as he trembled helplessly in the pearl bindings. Though his lower body was battered, torn, and a total ruin, the pain had warped into pleasure, leaving Lucian to pant like an animal at their feet.
Silas looked down with satisfaction and produced a pair of exquisite, razor-sharp silver clamps. Without the slightest hesitation, he clamped them tight to both sides of Lucian’s labia, pinning the flesh fast.
Silas hauled the golden chains attached to the clamps taut against the inside of Lucian’s slender thighs, winding them around repeatedly. As the links shortened, they pulled the emperor’s crotch wide open, spreading his legs so far apart that he could no longer close them.
As if determined to push Lucian’s pleasure past all endurance, Silas picked up one final, vicious clamp. He snapped it mercilessly shut over the emperor’s trembling, rock-hard clitoris.
“Aaaagh! Ugh, ungh…!” Lucian screamed, writhing against the sheets.
An agony like a violent electric shock tore through Lucian, his lower body twisting and convulsing beyond all control. Already pushed to his absolute limit, Lucian could not withstand the searing pain; white foam bubbled between his parted lips as he plunged once more into the abyss of sheer pleasure.
His eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Crushed beneath the sheer weight of ecstasy, Lucian choked and sobbed as his cock convulsed, spurting semen into the empty air.
Weeping uncontrollably, Lucian pleaded, “Ah! Ah…! Please, please…! It hurts so much, ngh… Spare me…!”
Lucian wept aloud, begging for mercy. Adrian merely gave a wicked smirk and dug a finger deep into the soaked flesh of Lucian’s inner thigh.
“Now what sort of nonsense is this, Your Majesty?” Adrian jeered. “Your mouth cries that you hate it, yet this slutty cunt of yours is drooling with pleasure. Hmm? Just what sort of lewd stimulation are you craving that makes you act like a bitch in heat?”
Silas tapped the tip of Lucian’s rigidly erect cock. “No kidding,” he agreed, sneering. “The body is so terribly honest. Look at it standing at full mast again after a single touch, practically begging for us. Your mouth and your cunt can’t seem to agree on a thing, you needy little bitch. We’ll just have to break you until every bone in your body melts into mush!”
Like appraisers inspecting livestock at an auction, the two tailors ran their eyes over Lucian’s exposed body, trading mocking remarks. Shame and pleasure dyed Lucian’s face a burning, furious crimson, and his sobs steadily degenerated into the guttural whimpers of a beast.
Savoring Lucian’s agony, Silas gathered two strands of pearls dangling between the emperor’s thighs. He crossed them into an X, trapping Lucian’s hypersensitive clitoris tightly between the friction of the beads.
The strings were now reins held firmly in Silas’s hands.
Even the faintest tug upward forced Lucian to endure a blinding traction, as if his clitoris were being ripped out by the roots.
“Aaaagh! Ngh, ungh…! Krrgh…!” Lucian cried on a strangled wail.
Each time Silas hauled on the cords, the clitoris stretched unnaturally long, swelling into an engorged, purple bud that looked ready to burst. The agony felt as though the flesh were being crushed to pulp, yet the metal clamp Silas had fastened earlier held fast, refusing to release its brutal grip.
Between the abrasive chafing of the pearl strands and the biting pressure of the clamp, Lucian’s clitoris swelled beyond recognition. Chafed raw and dripping fluid, it reached an agonizing extreme where sensation itself teetered on numbness.
“Look at that, Adrian,” Silas remarked with relish. “Pulled taut like this, it’s a work of art. Looks like a ripe berry about to pop.”
Silas tugged and released the pearl strings in erratic jerks, snickering as Lucian’s body convulsed to the rhythm. He leaned down until his lips brushed right against the shell of Lucian’s ear.
Mocking him in a low whisper, Silas asked, “Does it hurt, Your Majesty? What a pity. The more hideously engorged your filthy flesh becomes, the less we can restrain ourselves.”
Whenever Lucian flailed in the undertow of pleasure, Adrian pinned the emperor’s thighs down with cruel force, securing him like a living sacrifice upon an altar.
“Ack! Ah, please…! Stop, please stop…! Sob, my legs… my legs are going to tear apart…!” Lucian whimpered, thrashing beneath the hands pinning him.
Lucian clung to Adrian in pathetic desperation, tears and snot streaming down his flushed face. Adrian merely laughed with deranged relish, shoving Lucian’s legs wider and pressing them back over the emperor’s shoulders.
Laughing with derisive cruelty, Adrian taunted, “Are you begging? Look at you. Begging for your life with that pretty mouth, while this hole between your legs flutters wide open to swallow our cocks. If that isn’t the true instinct of a bitch, what is?”
Beside him, Silas tormented Lucian’s clitoris with the clamp and pearl strands, cackling with glee.
“He’s right, Your Majesty,” Silas agreed with a gloating grin. “By today, this little pea will be so thoroughly ruined it’ll never retract again. I guarantee it! It’s going to swell up and stay stuck protruding outward for the rest of your life. And once we punch a piercing right through it and hang a ring, you won’t even be able to dream of wearing silk trousers ever again.”
Unchecked in his cruelty, Silas pressed his lips close against Lucian’s trembling ear.
Whispering directly into the trembling ear, he announced, “From now on, Your Majesty will forget how a human being even walks. You’ll crawl on all fours like a dog for the rest of your days, spreading your legs wide over the armrests of your throne. That way, every minister in the imperial court can admire their noble sovereign’s filthy female hole! How does that sound? Aren’t you excited already?”
Silas chuckled, making a show of counting on his fingers. “Let’s see,” he mused aloud. “If the ministers line up to fuck you… your slutty cunt will be so stretched out it could easily take three cocks at once, wouldn’t it? Two more in your ass, and a thick shaft shoved right down your throat… You won’t even be able to breathe, rolling around all day as the imperial palace’s communal whore.”
“Ah, stop…! Please stop! Ngh, aaaaangh!”
Unable to endure the lewd, horrifying imagery, Lucian shook his head and screamed. Yet his desperate denial only stoked the blood in Silas’s cock. Silas aligned his hot, thick shaft directly with the entrance of Lucian’s weeping, raw passage.
“Haaagh!” Lucian rasped in sheer terror.
Silas drove his hips forward in a single, devastating thrust. His heavy cock parted Lucian’s inner walls and slammed straight into the tender mouth of the cervix. As the brutal pressure gouged the innermost depths of his flesh, white light burst behind Lucian’s eyes.
“Ah, aaaah…!” Lucian cried out, his voice cracking on the impact. “Ugh, ungh…!”
A cry mingled of agony and bliss tore from Lucian’s throat, and all strength drained from his limbs. His reason shattered, the emperor instinctively arched his back and wrapped his legs around Silas’s muscular waist. Lucian’s eyes had lost all focus, entirely consumed by pleasure.
“Haaah… haaah…!” Lucian panted, ragged breaths tearing from his chest.
Lucian’s ragged gasps filled the chamber. Overcome by beast-like feral lust, Silas seized the emperor’s waist, threw his entire body weight behind his hips, and breached the final barrier.