Chapter 8

“Getting reamed for hours on end, fucked until that filthy pussy of yours is shredded and ruined…” Adrian’s lips twisted in disgust as he stared into Lucian’s wide, frightened eyes. “With three thick cocks shoved in at once, gasping and wailing until you die—that would be perfect. And this rutting clitoris… Would this insolent little bean finally learn its place if we brought a stray mongrel from the gutter to chew and gnaw it to pieces?”

Silas laughed aloud, crushing and twisting Lucian’s soaked clitoris between his fingertips. Swamped by humiliation and surging pleasure, Lucian could not even muster a scream, only trembling violently as silent tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Ngh, aah… Please, stop… It hurts… it hurts so much…!” Lucian pleaded in a broken whimper, choking on his sobs.

Silas raised the wooden ruler in his hand and mercilessly lashed Lucian’s raw, swollen entrance.

As the wet impact cracked through the room, Lucian’s body twisted unnaturally, inflamed by Adrian’s foul obscenities.

His eyes rolling back into his head from peak ecstasy, Lucian sprayed milky arousal everywhere from his cunt while simultaneously spouting a fountain of urine from his narrow urethra.

Silas clicked his tongue and set down the wooden ruler.

Glaring down at the puddle on the bedding, Silas taunted, “This little bitch came already? How dare you climax so vulgarly, pissing yourself like a dog!”

Silas extended his pinky, scooping up a generous glob of the thick fluid mixing Lucian’s arousal and urine. Then he thrust his finger directly against Lucian’s narrow, inflamed urethral opening.

“Ah, aah! Ngh, uggh…! Not—not there…!” Lucian shrieked in sheer panic, his hips jerking violently.

Lucian’s urethral opening was clamped tight, as if it had never accommodated an intruder. His eyes bloodshot with lust, Adrian ignored Lucian’s screams and forced his finger into the narrow, hypersensitive opening.

The whites of Lucian’s eyes showed as his entire frame spasmed, but Adrian paid no heed, driving his finger deeper into the tight canal.

“Even your urethra flutters so lewdly!” Adrian snarled down at him, his face flushed with vicious ecstasy. “You need to be completely broken before you understand. Eventually, I’ll shove tubes into both of your tight urethras. We’ll pour every drop of seed from every passerby through those tubes straight into your bladder, turning you into a toilet brimming with cum! You won’t be allowed to piss a single drop for the rest of your life!”

As Adrian’s voice ceased, Lucian succumbed entirely to the hypnosis, his reason crumbling as his body went limp. His gaze clouded over, and the suggestion that he was nothing more than a lewd cum receptacle seized absolute command of his mind. He let his tongue loll out as though all wits had dissolved, shuddering in a haze of wanton delirium.

Through swollen, pleasure-drenched lips, Lucian whimpered, “Hngh, ahhh… mmph, aah…! I’m… I’m just a lewd bitch… Haaah, yesterday you even shoved a fist inside my pussy… Ahn, aah! It was so big, so full… ah, it felt so good… Shove it in again… please… Thrust deeper, ngh…!”

At Lucian’s raw, shameless confession, Silas and Adrian locked eyes in rising arousal and smiled wickedly.

As though driven further into madness, Adrian bore down on the pinky lodged in the urethral canal, shoving it deeper. As the suffocatingly narrow passage was forced open, threatening to tear, Lucian threw his head back, unable to scream, his mouth merely opening and closing in soundless gasps.

With cruel delight, Adrian laughed. “Do you love it that much, Your Majesty? We’ll make sure you enjoy it to the very bitter end, so look forward to it!”

Adrian ruthlessly stirred and twisted his finger inside Lucian’s urethra. A sharp, stinging ache and intense exhaustion surging from deep within the passage numbed Lucian’s brain.

Under the abrupt stimulation, Lucian’s bladder swelled taut, feeling ready to burst at any moment, yet Silas’s finger plugged the entrance tight, preventing even a single drop from escaping.

Trapped inside Lucian’s body, the unreleased urine swelled his bladder to bursting, and that scalding, bizarre pressure gave him the illusion that hot semen had been pumped deep into his belly. Lucian panted, writhing within the agonizing pleasure.

Lucian’s pupils drifted in an unfocused daze. Managing to draw a ragged breath, the emperor wept openly, reaching out trembling hands toward Adrian in desperation.

“Hngh, uuugh…!” Lucian pleaded, choking on his sobs. “It’s too full… my stomach feels stretched and torn apart… At this rate, I’ll really die from being fucked… Ahn, aah… Please, plunge into my pussy…! Inside… hngh, it itches so badly, please come inside me…!”

At Lucian’s desperate begging, Silas, standing beside him, acted as though he had anticipated the words, thrusting four fingers together deep into Lucian’s cunt. With his urethra already violated and his entire body hypersensitive, Lucian’s internal walls clamped down frantically, swallowing Silas’s fingers whole.

Each time Adrian shifted his finger inside the urethra, Lucian’s pussy contracted in tight, rhythmic ripples to match the pace.

As the inner flesh of Lucian’s cunt clamped and gnawed around Silas’s fingers, Silas grinned from ear to ear. Feeling his own cock bulging heavy against his trousers, Silas drove deeper into Lucian’s passage.

“Haah… this is driving me insane.” Silas bared his teeth in ravenous lust. “Fuck, look at him squeeze. This hole could drive a man mad. Adrian, thrust your finger harder. Let’s make this lewd bitch die of bliss!”

At Silas’s urging, Adrian gouged and thrust roughly into the depths of the urethra. Crushed beneath the intensity of the ecstasy, Lucian panted with his eyes rolled back, yet his inner walls instinctively clamped tight, gushing slick fluid.

Pulling away from the urethral opening, Adrian moved his hand to Lucian’s shivering clitoris.

He repeatedly pinched the swollen, tender nub, pulling it taut and snapping it back in ruthless torment.

Between Lucian’s thighs, the squelch of wet flesh clapping against flesh echoed ceaselessly through the chamber. Screaming in frantic abandon, Lucian plunged into an abyss of pleasure, writhing without end.

Thick beads of sweat formed across Silas’s brow.

Bunching his fingers into the shape of a tapered beak, Silas drew a rough breath and shoved his entire hand into Lucian’s cunt, sinking in up to the wrist in a single push.

“Haah… it’s far tighter and juicier than I thought,” Silas groaned in marvel, his knuckles flexing within the passage. “Just how much does this bitch’s vulgar hole plan on stretching? You could take several cocks in here at once!”

Chuckling lewdly, Silas spread his fingers wide and clenched them repeatedly inside the passage. Unable to bear the tailor’s massive hand, Lucian’s delicate inner flesh stretched to its absolute limit. Across Lucian’s lower abdomen, the distinct outline of Silas’s hand bulged through the skin, creating a grotesque, obscene silhouette that looked as if it might tear through at any second.

“Ngh, aaaaah! Ahn, aah…! It’s tearing… it feels like it’s going to tear open…!” Lucian shrieked, clutching frantically at his distended stomach.

Each time Silas shifted his fist within, the blunt, thrusting pressure inside Lucian’s abdomen sent him writhing as if he might lose consciousness.

With both his urethra and cunt breached at once, the sheer ecstasy of having his insides scrambled by their rough hands caused white sparks to burst continuously before Lucian’s eyes.

Lucian’s face was already a mess of endless tears and drool. Panting like an animal with his tongue lolling out, he bore not the faintest trace of imperial majesty; he was nothing more than a ruined bitch, thoroughly tamed by his masters.

Silas’s hand reached Lucian’s deepest core, brushing the soft flesh of the cervix. With his fingertips, he maliciously prodded and pressed against the sensitive womb entrance, toying with the peaks of Lucian’s ecstasy.

At the sharp, heavy ache spreading from deep inside, Lucian’s body flopped like a hooked fish.

“Ngh, aah! Not there… not there…! Ah, aaahn…!” Lucian cried out, tossing his head in delirious agony.

As Lucian wailed in overwhelmed delight, Adrian chuckled and tapped Silas on the shoulder.

“Enough. This little bitch is broken in now; his hole is wide open,” Adrian remarked, gazing down at the gaping entrance. “At this point, we could shove both of our cocks in together, couldn’t we?”

Adrian stopped tormenting Lucian’s clitoris and roughly unbuckled his trousers, baring his towering erection. As the massive shafts of both men reflected in Lucian’s vacant eyes, Lucian parted his thighs even wider, letting out a whimper that trembled with equal parts terror and anticipation.

Adrian and Silas grinned like predators, pulling their hands free simultaneously as if by tacit agreement. Instantly, like a ruptured dam unblocking Lucian’s urethra and cunt, the pent-up urine and thick slick erupted in a soaring fountain.

The mingled turbid fluids rained down over Lucian’s snow-white body, staining his pale skin.

Yet Lucian’s erect shaft merely shivered under the overwhelming pleasure, unable to discharge the semen trapped inside, nodding pathetically in the air.

“Haaah, haaah…!” Lucian gasped for air, his chest violently heaving as sweat poured down his neck.

Lucian’s face burned scarlet, as though engulfed in flames. The shame he fought so desperately to deny seeped through the cracks in the mental suggestions, tormenting him all the more cruelly.

The crude hypnotic pocket watch purchased from a back-alley shop had not completely erased Lucian’s noble identity as emperor. Consequently, his lucid mind remained acutely aware of the lewd state in which he lay sprawled upon the bed, fully conscious of how vilely his body was being desecrated.