His era

by pedoislegal1774

Summary:

As he took the golden chance when Souma left the country for a diplomatic mission, Julius launched a surprised attack on Van and Elfrieden, which successes and he took some prisoners to break them for good and reclaim his rightful kingdom.

Chapter 1

The war was over.

Julius sat on the blood-stained throne he had reclaimed from the false hero, King Souma, in the capital city of his former kingdom. The war had been swift but decisive. Seizing the opportunity when the hero king left for whatever grand plans he was concocting, Julius launched a surprise attack on Van with his personal army.

Incredibly, he had captured prisoners of significant importance, including the renowned singer Juna, who had risen to fame in the past year. Alongside her was his treacherous younger sister, Roroa, who had chosen to side with the hero king rather than her own blood. She had effectively handed their kingdom over to the enemy, while Julius fought tooth and nail on the frontlines, struggling to survive after his kingdom was lost.

Most importantly, the prize of his victory was the princess of Elfrieden herself—Liscia Elfrieden, Souma's first fiancée. She now knelt with the others in the throne room, her eyes locked on him, burning with defiance.

Julius's thoughts drifted as he looked around the throne room—familiar yet changed. His gaze then shifted to the city below, the city of his birth. This was once his father Gaius's city, a place where they were once revered, only to be later defeated, humiliated, and exiled by their own people.

His gaze returned to the prisoners, his eyes filled with contempt. Liscia was the first to speak, her voice cutting through the tense silence.

"How low have you fallen, Prince Julius. To launch such a cowardly attack on Van," she spat, her eyes blazing with fury as she recalled how her close guards had been ruthlessly cut down. "Do you think the Empire and my kingdom will let this go unpunished?"

Julius sneered at her words. "And what if they don't? Your precious king is away, and are you so sure the Empire will intervene in time to stop me?" He took a step closer, his gaze shifting to Roroa, his sister. She seemed so insignificant now, yet her betrayal had cost him everything—his kingdom, his honour, his father's legacy.

"Roroa," he snarled, not bothering to hide his disgust. "Such a conniving little snake you are, throwing yourself at the enemy of your father and kingdom. And for what? To be another whore in Souma's bed? Do you want to gain a few more trinkets for yourself? Did you forget how that bastard king cut down our father? And yet you willingly joined him without a second thought?" His voice was laced with rage as memories of their father's brutal death flooded his mind.

"That's not true!" Roroa shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "Father was leading our kingdom to ruin with his delusions! He wasted our blood and gold on an unwinnable war! Didn't you see that?!"

*SLAP*

Roroa's words were abruptly cut off as Julius's backhand struck her face, sending her sprawling to the carpeted floor, her cheek reddening.

"You fool! It was because of them! They took our land! The land that was supposed to feed our people!" He grabbed her by the collar, dragging her up. "I could have restored the kingdom to its former glory if it weren't for you and your treacherous schemes that sold us out!" His voice thundered in the chamber as he struck her again, his hand leaving a vivid red mark on her other cheek. Roroa's eyes welled with tears of pain as she began to sob, her brother's rage rendering her unable to speak.

"Stop it, Prince Julius! You'll ruin your name if you continue like this!" Liscia's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, as she tried to intervene. "That's your sister, and she's also the fiancée of the Elfrieden King. I demand you treat us with—"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Julius roared, cutting her off, his outburst startling Liscia. "You whores better know your place! You're all my prisoners now. You have no rights here. You belong to me." He turned back to Roroa and drove a brutal punch into her stomach, making her double over in agony. "And I will do as I please."

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Julius looked down at his sister, who was sobbing on the floor, curled up like a child. With a cold, unfeeling expression, he reached down, grabbing her by the hair as he knelt to meet her tear-filled eyes.

"Roroa," he began, his voice dripping with malice, "for your betrayal, punishment is inevitable." With a cruel twist of his wrist, he tore away her upper garments, exposing her to the room. Roroa gasped in horror, her eyes wide with fear. "I will strip you of your pride, your dignity, and then your body. Everything you once held dear, I will destroy." His voice was cold, and his hands merciless as he continued to tear her clothes away piece by piece, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the throne room.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Roroa pleaded, her voice trembling with shame and pain as her body was laid bare before everyone. Liscia and Juna's voices joined in, begging the mad prince to relent, but Julius's eyes, now darkened with twisted desire, ignored their pleas. He continued his cruel task, indifferent to their words. The royal guards stood motionless, watching the scene without emotion. To them, the prisoners were getting what they deserved for their past actions.

Soon, Roroa lay naked on the cold, carpeted floor, her body shivering not just from the chill but from the unbearable humiliation. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at the monster who wore her brother's face.

"Please, stop," Roroa whispered, her voice barely audible as Julius laughed, a cruel, heartless sound.

Desperately, she tried to cover herself, but Julius kicked her hands away with a sneer. "Don't hide," he commanded. "You are my slave now, and slaves have nothing to hide."

He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her as she struggled in vain against his grip. "What are you going to do?" she cried out, her voice filled with pain and shame. Julius laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the room. "I'll be your first," he said with a twisted smile, "since you are my sister, after all."

"No! Don't!" Roroa screamed in horror, her voice breaking as she thrashed in his hold. "I'd rather die!" she shouted, her body shaking with fear. But Julius ignored her cries as he unfastened his belt, the sound of his pants dropping to the floor sending a wave of terror through her and the onlookers.

Roroa's desperate pleas echoed through the grand throne room, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation. However, her cries fell on deaf ears as Julius, driven by a twisted sense of power and lust, revealed his royal member. It quickly hardened, fueled by the screams of his sister and the knowledge that he was about to take something that should have been sacred.
As Roroa's panicked breaths filled the air, Julius positioned himself between her trembling legs. She tried to push him away, her hands flailing in a futile attempt to protect herself. But her efforts were in vain, as her legs were pried apart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Her heart raced, knowing that the inevitable was about to happen.

With a final, pleading look into her brother's eyes, Roroa felt the pressure of his glans pressing against her slit. Julius paused for a moment, savouring the mix of fear and anticipation in his sister's eyes before he thrust his cock deep inside her.

"ARH!!!!!" Roroa's scream of pain reverberated through the throne room, her body shaking from the sudden intrusion. "Let me go!" she cried, struggling to bear the overwhelming sensation of being filled by her brother's cock. Her body writhed, trying to push him away, but Julius held her tightly, his thrusts relentless and merciless.

The other captives watched the horrifying scene unfold, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Among them, Liscia turned away, tears streaming down her face. She had never imagined that her best friend would be subjected to such a monstrous act, especially at the hands of her own brother.

"You should have never betrayed me," Julius growled as he continued to thrust into his sister. "If only you had never betrayed me, you wouldn't have to suffer this," he said, his voice dripping with malice and twisted pleasure.

As Julius' cock slid in and out of Roroa's pussy, it took on a reddish hue as her blood coated it like a lubricant. He pulled her hips harder, trying to get in even deeper. Roroa's thin belly moved and bulged slightly as Julius pushed himself further with each thrust.

The throne room fell silent, the only sounds echoing through the large space being Roroa's sobs and the depraved, wet slaps of Julius' crotch hitting his sister's as he continued to thrust his entire length into her.

"Sob... Please... Stop... Brother," Roroa weakly cried, her body moving in time with her brother's thrusts. But her cries were cut short as the mad prince began to pick up speed, his movements growing faster and more frantic. Realizing what was coming, Roroa thrashed her legs more and more, trying to remove herself from Julius, but his iron grip left her little to no room to do so.

"Julius! Please! Stop-" She stopped abruptly as Julius, with a final, powerful thrust, buried himself completely inside her. Roroa felt a hot current filling her up from the inside as her body shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"No... More..." were her final words as thick cum began to leak out, dripping down onto the carpet below. Her body shuddered as Julius began to pull his cock out, the sound of it leaving her with a soft pop. He left Roroa lying there limply, his cum still leaking out of her gaping pussy.

The throne room was quiet, the only sounds echoing through the room being Roroa's labored pants as she laid on the carpet, and Liscia crying in shock and horror. Juna stared blankly at the scene, her mind struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

"Brother..." Roroa said, her voice trailing off as she looked at Julius, who now stood in front of her with a smile.

"I love you, Roroa," Julius said, his voice cold and unfeeling. Roroa was about to say something back, but Julius continued, "But it is your fault. You should have never betrayed me, and now you have to suffer the consequences."

Julius then walked away, leaving his sister lying there in a pool of her own shame and humiliation. He slowly approached the other two captives, his hungry eyes filled with lust as his still, fully hard cock, slick with cum and blood, left a trail as he walked towards them.

"Now, let move to the next one shall we?" He said, as he gaze down to the 2 girls as they tried to move away from him, but with their leg chained up, they didnt really move far as Julius grab the ankle of Liscia and pulled her toward him. But then, he look up to Juna as she tried to make some distance between them.

"Hmp! You can have a lot of fun with that one, as I'll take my grand prize, which is enough." Julius declared as he gestured to the nearby guards. They exchanged glances before their eyes locked onto Juna's terrified form. She looked back at them, her eyes wide with fear as more than ten royal guards closed in on her.

Julius then turned his attention back to the still-struggling Liscia. A wicked smile played across his lips before he threw a quick, powerful punch aimed at her bare belly.

"GAH!" Liscia gasped in pain, her body curled up slightly as the mad prince took advantage of her stunned state. He wasted no time tearing her clothes to shreds, leaving the Elfrieden princess as bare as his sister before him. He began to pry her legs open, positioning himself between them.

As Julius lined up with her slit, Liscia's thrashing didn't stop. She tried desperately to prevent the inevitable from happening. In the corner of her eyes, she saw Juna being pinned down by the guards as one of them penetrated her cunt and began thrusting roughly while the others started removing their pants to join in. But she couldn't bring herself to care about that, as the sudden pain from her crotch radiated through her spine, causing her to grunt in pain.

Julius didn't hesitate to deflower the princess, as his cock was already slick with a mixture of his sister's blood and cum. The moment he broke through Liscia's hymen, adding her blood to the mix, it made his penetration easier as his cock slid deep into her pussy.

"Hah! As expected, royal cunt is way better than all the whores I've raped before!" Julius exclaimed, his voice mad with pleasure as he continued to thrust into Liscia's pussy. It took no time for his cock to begin pushing against her cervix, threatening to breach the place. But Liscia was too preoccupied with the mixed sensations of pain and hint of pleasure to notice it.

Over at Juna, she could only whimper in pain as the guards showed her no mercy. One of them pistoned roughly into her pussy while another took hold of her head, forcing his cock into her mouth. She could only close her eyes at the horrid taste and smell of the man's cock filling her mouth, but they didn't care as he pushed deeper into her throat, choking the girl.

Julius, too focused on the pleasure he got from the princess, reached out his hand and squeezed her supple breast as he moved his hips, changing the angle with each thrust. The pleasure began to build in Liscia's body as all of her sensitive spots were rubbed and pushed by Julius.

As he reached his peak, Julius picked up his speed and strength as his cock pressed against her cervix and pushed into her womb, causing Liscia's eyes to roll back in ecstasy. Then, just a few brutal minutes later, Julius came for the second time as he shot directly into the princess's fertile womb.

The hot liquid filled Liscia as if it was burning her from the inside, tears staining her face as she thought of her friends, family, and finally, her fiancé as her womb filled to the brim.

As Julius savoured the sensation of his victory, he looked over to the other group, as Juna was now getting more than she could handle. The former singer now had her mouth put to good use as the depraved guards pissed directly into her throat; dribbles of piss leaking out of her mouth assured the prince that. While her pussy was getting another filling of seed as the man shivered slightly, pumping cum into the girl.

Then, Julius pulled out the limp Liscia; he took some of the torn fabric and wiped away anything left on his cock and tucked it back into his pants. He ordered the few waiting guards to take Liscia away and lock her up for the next show he was planning to make while taking one more look at his sister before putting her to the same fate as Juna.

Two of the guards moved quickly as they took hold under her arms and dragged Liscia away, a trail of cum dripping along the way, while the few that were waiting for their turn at Juna now moved over to Roroa as they began to press her down and push their cocks into her little holes as Roroa screamed for mercy.

Julius sneered at them before leaving the throne room as the sounds of sex and pleasure filled the room.

-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

The next day, in Van's dungeon.

In one of the cells, the former princess of Elfrieden, Liscia, sat in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest as she shivered in the cold air of the dungeon.

The mad prince, Julius, after having fun with her body, had tossed her into this dungeon without a piece of clothing or food. Her crotch was still sore from his defilement, and when she woke up from her stupor, she tried to remove his vile seed from her body as much as possible. Liscia knew that it wouldn't help much, but in her mind, it was better than doing nothing.

She then thought of Roroa, the former princess of Amidomia. As Liscia was still trying to clean her body of Julius's seed, she saw the dungeon entrance open as the guards dragged Roroa in before tossing her into a cell not far from hers. But what was even worse for Liscia was the state Roroa was in.

Her body was bruised in many places, as it was clear they hadn't held back any punches. From her face down to her legs, Roroa was coated with layers of cum, some still dripping along the way as the girl's eyes were hollow, staring at the ground.

Some of the guards stayed behind, and the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the dungeon as they began to fuck Roroa without any care. The sounds reminded Liscia of Julius' earlier actions, and each time the sound echoed, her body shivered at the memory.

It wasn't until well past midnight that the sounds stopped as the guards locked the cell before leaving the dungeon. Liscia then tried to crawl over to check on her friend, only to see Roroa lying limply in a puddle of thick cum, her chest barely moving, showing that at least she was still alive for now.

As Liscia prayed for help, her cell door was opened as the guards began to enter. They didn't wait as hands reached out, pulling at her chains, urging her to follow them, which Liscia did. At this point, it might be better to follow them rather than resist, with her strength saved, she could plan an escape later.

As the guards led the way out of the dungeon, they still didn't bother to cover Liscia up as she shivered against the cold air when they left the dungeon. Then, it was with shame that she could hear and see some servants and others around pointing at her bare body.

As they walked past what seemed to be the stable, Liscia's eyes were drawn to the sound of obscenity. As she looked over, her eyes widened in horror at what she saw. Juna, tied up to a fence, was forced to bend over, her arms and legs bound without any clothes on. But that wasn't what scared her; the thing that did was the fact that there was a warhorse, way bigger than she had ever seen, mounting itself over the girl as it performed its mating ritual.

The large cock, from what she could gather, was as thick as her thigh, while the length at least doubled her arm, thrusting in and out of the poor girl's pussy. Her belly taunted and bulged as the giant thing moved in and out with speed and power that jostled Juna's body with each movement, to the point that even the fence she was tied to could barely handle the force as it creaked.

Around her, soldiers stood in a small circle as they laughed at the horrid act, more amused than anything.

But she couldn't watch any longer as her chains were pulled again, as the leading soldiers urged her to move.

"Like what you're seeing?" The guard asked with mockery in his voice. "The prince is making good use of her since seeing that she has some good physical training, thus giving her the duty of breeding mare. That whore will spend the rest of her life warming any cock at the stable of Van."

Liscia could only look down at her feet as his words sunk in. This is horrible, too horrible. How could the prince think of something like this...
As they approached the throne room once more, Liscia shivered at the thought and memory of yesterday still fresh in her mind. But to her surprise, the room was a bit different now. In the middle of the throne room, the large Crystal Broadcast was set up while Julius sat hauntingly on his throne as he looked over at her.

"Ah, Liscia, glad you could join me," Julius said as he waved for the soldiers to bring her closer to him. "How was your rest? I hope it wasn't as bad as my sister's." His voice was filled with mockery as he spoke.
"You will pay for this, Julius. One way or another, you will, and I promise you that." Liscia said as her anger began to rise, only to make Julius chuckle as he waved for his attendant.

"So fierce, but it is good, as I will enjoy breaking that spirit of yours..." He looked at the attendant as the man walked behind Liscia before jabbing her with a syringe and emptying it into her neck. "...right in front of your kingdom." He finished.

Just as Julius's words ended and Liscia regained her footing after the sudden jab, she felt it. Her body began to heat up as the unknown drug took effect. Her eyes slowly blurred as beads of sweat rolled down. She could feel her lower body getting hot and itchy from deep inside her.
"W-What did you..." Liscia staggered as she tried to stand upright, looking up at Julius' sickening grin as he looked back at her.

"Something that will make you very obedient. That singer of a whore got the honour of trying it first, you know, as it proved quite potent. But it seems my attendant put a bit too much in that syringe." He stopped as a chuckle left him, "Maybe around 10 times more than usual?"

As Liscia fell to her knees, she couldn't really hear what he was saying, as the heat and itch were unbearable to her. Her pussy was soaking the carpet wet as juice flowed out nonstop. She tried to use her hand to scratch it, but the itch moved deeper into her pussy, making it even worse.

"P-Please...stop it..." Liscia looked up to Julius again, pleading to him for mercy, a way out, but the mad prince just smiled as he sat there high on the throne.

"Well, do you want it to stop?" he asked, which made Liscia shudder a bit, but as the itch became more unbearable, she nodded at his words. "I do have a bit of extra work to that drug; you see, only my cock and seed can cure it. If you want it, it's right here; you can come and get it." Julius said as he opened his leg slightly, revealing his clothed crotch to Liscia.
Unable to bear this heat any longer, Liscia slowly crawled up to him; with each step, she almost climaxed right there and then, but her strong mind still managed to hold it in, although just for now as juice soaked each of the steps wet as she crawled.

Then, as she reached Julius, she fumbled her hands to open up his pants, revealing his large cock already hardened and waiting for her. Liscia swore she almost climaxed at the sight as she took in a deep breath, taking in the smell that somehow felt so soothing to her.

Slowly, she climbed up to his throne, placing her ass and back towards him as she faced forward. Then clumsily fiddled with the cock tip as she tried to line it up to her pussy. Her juice dripped down onto the glans as if trying to coat it.

Watching her fumble, Julius let out a fake sigh before taking hold of her hips, then slammed it down hard, pushing her down onto his cock in one push.

Then, Liscia came hard at the penetration, her eyes rolled back to her head. Julius didn't lie to her, as the moment the cock punched right into her womb, stretching it wide, it turned the heat up higher and opened the dam as pleasure flooded her mind. She kept on cumming as she squirted juice all over the steps to the throne while Julius just left her sat on his cock and waited for the sensation to dig deep into the princess's mind.

Julius reached out, his strong hands gripping Liscia's hips as he lifted her effortlessly. The sensation of his glans rubbing against her inner walls brought her immense pleasure, pleasure that she never imagined possible. Before she could process the overwhelming sensations, Julius slammed her body back down, repeating the action with a newfound fervour.

Liscia's legs felt like jelly, unable to support her weight as she leaned heavily on Julius. He took full advantage of her weakened state, lifting her up and down with ease, occasionally pushing his hips upwards to drive his cock even deeper. His grunts filled the room, accompanied by Liscia's moans as his cock repeatedly slammed into the back of her womb each time she went down.

Her mind began to slip away, replaced by the pleasure and the image of Julius' cock as he used her body like a fleshlight. Liscia climaxed again and again as the rough fucking continued. At one point, her mind blanked out completely, lost in the pleasure that consumed her.

"Ah! Yes! M-More!" she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate. Julius obliged, putting even more strength into his hands as he took hold of both of her thighs, lifting her higher until only the tip of his glans remained inside her before slamming her down hard. Her back now rested against his chest as he continued to fuck her senseless.

Just as Julius was about to reach his own climax, the sound of the Broadcast Crystal began to echo through the room. However, Julius merely smirked at it, while Liscia was too far gone to notice the image slowly forming in the crystal.

"W-What are you doing!?" Her fiancé, Souma's voice, echoed through the crystal as he was greeted with the scene of his fiancée being fucked roughly. Adding insult to injury, Julius chose that moment to finish, his seed filling Liscia's womb as she came again, harder than ever before. Her pussy squirted so much juice that it stuck to the crystal, obstructing Souma's view as cum began to drip out of her pussy and down onto the prince's cock below, soaking the throne.

Julius locked eyes with Souma through the crystal, a sinister grin on his face as he said, "You lose, false king. I've claimed my prize and victory." With that, he lifted Liscia up once more, starting a new round of fucking as he ignored the angry king in the crystal. "And prepare your neck, Souma, for I will come for whatever is left of your kingdom and reclaim what is rightfully mine."

Julius finished his taunting words before cutting off the mana to the crystal, causing the final image of a desperate and angry Souma to vanish. He then looked down at Liscia, the former princess, now with her hands on the floor, as he took hold of her hips once more, driving them forward and bulging her belly with his powerful thrusts.

This was just the beginning, the beginning of Julius' era.

Chapter 2

In the grand meeting room of the castle, a small broadcast crystal hovered above the large table, casting a flickering image of a young woman in formal armour. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and her expression was resolute as she stared at the man seated at the table's far end. This was Jeanne Euphoria, her voice steady as she addressed Prince Julius.

"My sister does not support what you have done, Prince Julius," she began, her tone firm but pleading.

"You have broken the treaty by invading Van, a territory that belongs to Elfriedomia," Jeanne continued, striving to reason with the prince who had led a reckless assault to reclaim Van. His forces had seized upon a stroke of luck when King Souma's attention was diverted, leaving the city under-protected.

"Elfrieden, Princess," Julius interrupted, his voice cold as he leaned back in his chair, correcting her with an air of superiority. "I do not recognize the act of taking what is rightfully mine and pretending it belongs to another." His words dripped with disdain, revealing his belief in his own righteousness.

Jeanne's gaze narrowed. "And what about the prisoners? You cannot justify the actions you've taken against them, especially what you did to Princess Liscia."

At the mention of Liscia's name, Julius chuckled darkly, a twisted grin spreading across his face. It had been a whole week since he had retaken Van, and only now had the empire sought an explanation for his so-called 'lunatic' actions. Yet, Julius had managed to fend off their accusations with his own twisted reasoning.

"That is nothing you need to concern yourself with," Julius replied dismissively, his hand slipping beneath the table, out of the crystal's view. His fingers gently caressed a blonde head resting between his legs. "I merely administered the punishment fitting for a traitor and claimed my rightful prize, as any victor would."

A faint, wet sound could be heard, but with a flick of his magic, Julius ensured that Jeanne remained oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath the table. She continued to argue, trying in vain to sway him with logic and reason, her words falling on deaf ears.

Julius, only half-listening, glanced down. His eyes met Liscia's, her golden gaze unwavering as she looked up at him. She knelt there, between his legs, naked and obedient, her mouth occupied with his half-hardened cock. She didn't move, her throat pressing against him, managing to breathe shallowly as she kept him warm and wet. Her gentle movements massaged him, her tongue licking beneath his shaft as she remained locked in her degrading task.

The once proud princess of Elfrieden was now reduced to nothing more than a toy, a mere cock-warmer at Prince Julius's command. Breaking her had been easier than he'd anticipated. The miracle drug he'd discovered on the front lines had worked wonders, stripping Liscia of her will with little effort on his part. It took a week for the empire to contact him, but for Julius, that week felt agonizingly long, though it was a week he made the most of.

Day after day, he subjected Liscia to the torment of the drug, watching her mind crumble like a sandcastle in the tide. After he had shown King Souma what he'd done to Liscia, Julius didn't relent. He used her however and wherever he pleased, knowing there was no one left to stop him. Those who dared raise their voices in protest found their wives and daughters sent to the army camps to "serve" the soldiers while the men were forced into labour, rebuilding the kingdom that Julius now ruled with an iron fist.

As the meeting dragged on, Julius's attention drifted back to Jeanne. She was growing increasingly furious, clearly noticing his wandering mind.
'Hmm, she'd make a fine toy as well,' Julius mused, his eyes roaming over Jeanne's body. Even beneath her layers of clothing and armour, he could make out the curves of her figure. His imagination ran wild, picturing Jeanne and her sister crawling at his feet, begging for his cock.

Fueled by the thought, Julius tightened his grip on Liscia's head, moving it up and down his cock as he let his mind wander. Once he was done with Elfrieden, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to try his hand at breaking Jeanne as well.

As the meeting drew to a close, Julius merely nodded along with whatever Jeanne was saying, paying little attention as the crystal's mana finally cut off, plunging the room into silence. The only sound that followed was the wet, sobbing noise as Julius forced Liscia's head to move faster and faster, ignoring the pained expression on her face.

Her nose and lips pressed hard into his crotch as he thrust into her throat; Liscia closed her eyes, focusing entirely on her task as she endured his rough treatment. Julius was nearing his peak, and he made sure Liscia knew it, degrading words spilling from his mouth.

"Take it! Take it like the good little whore you are!" he growled, forcing her face into his crotch.

Finally, he came, shoving every inch of his cock deep into her mouth as hot streams of cum spurted directly into her throat. Liscia's throat moved reflexively, swallowing every drop like the obedient whore she'd become. When Julius finally pulled her head back, he let the last few spurts land on her face, watching as the thick cum coated her features and slowly dripped down to her bare chest.

As Julius savoured the sensation, he didn't need to give a command. Liscia moved on her own, licking every inch of his softening cock clean, her tongue dutifully tracing along his shaft until it was spotless. When she was done, she sat back on her knees, eyes fixed on Julius, awaiting her next order.

"Good whore," Julius muttered, pushing his chair back and tucking his cock into his pants. He stood up, a twisted grin on his face. "Now, let's go plan the downfall of that little king of yours and add more toys to join you, shall we?" he said, turning to leave the room. Liscia nodded silently, crawling on her hands and knees beside him like a pet.

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The sun hung low as Souma's army marched toward Van, the air thick with tension. Unaware of the ambush awaiting them, they entered a narrow pass where Julius's forces, hidden among trees and rocks, sprang their trap. Julius's soldiers surged forward, cutting off Souma's army and raining arrows from above.

This time, Julius was prepared. His troops, moving with precision, systematically decimated Souma's forces. Panic spread as Souma's commanders tried to rally their men, but the ambush was too well-executed. Julius observed the chaos from above, his victory unfolding as his forces tightened the noose.

Souma, realizing defeat, ordered a retreat, but his once-proud army fell into disarray. Julius's men pursued them relentlessly, capturing those too slow or wounded to escape. As the dust settled, the battlefield was littered with the dead, and Souma's army was in full retreat.

Among the prisoners were Carla, the dragon-newt, and Aisha, the dark elf, defiant despite their capture. Julius, however, saw them as trophies, confident they would eventually break. As the sun set, casting long shadows, Julius, satisfied with his victory, returned to his war camp with his new prizes.

His plan to conquer Elfrieden was finally taking shape.

-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

Back at his camp, Julius received word that Souma's forces had retreated to the new border, setting up defensive positions. The battle was far from over; Julius knew Souma would not surrender easily. With a cold resolve, he ordered his generals to pursue the enemy and launch a surprise attack as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Julius sat in his tent, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at his two new captives. Aisha and Carla glared back at him, their eyes burning with hatred. But nothing could have prepared them for the sight before them: Liscia, naked and collared, stood next to Julius, her gaze cast downward in shame. Despite the love she once held for her friends, it was overshadowed by Julius's dominating presence. He toyed with her chest, his fingers tracing cruel patterns as he watched the two women with a predatory gaze.

"An elf, huh? I wondered how Souma managed to secure their support. Turns out, one of their precious bloodlines is now just another bed-warming whore in his collection," Julius sneered, pinching Liscia's nipple harshly. She shivered at his touch, a flush of unwanted heat spreading through her body.

"Unhand her! Take your filthy hands off her, Julius, or I'll cut them off!" Aisha growled, her voice trembling with fury. But her defiance only fueled Julius's cruelty as he tugged harder at Liscia's nipple, making her wince in pain.

"With what, elf? You've lost, and that's all you need to concern yourself with. You're in no position to worry about someone who willingly submits to this," he laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "But enough about her. You should be more concerned about your own fate than this whore."

Julius signalled to the guards nearby, who nodded and left to retrieve something. As he waited, Julius rose from his seat and approached Aisha, slowly drawing his sword. Aisha's eyes widened in fear, but she quickly steeled herself, closing her eyes as she awaited what she thought was her death.

But instead of striking her down, Julius moved past her, stopping behind her with deliberate slowness.

"What—" Aisha began, but her words were cut short by a sharp, searing pain that shot through her legs. She screamed, the agony overwhelming her as she crumpled to the ground.

Julius stood over her, his sword dripping with blood, watching impassively as Aisha writhed in pain, her screams echoing through the tent. His expression remained cold and detached as if the brutality he had just inflicted was nothing more than a routine task.

"Now you won't be running through the dear forest anymore without your legs," Julius said coldly as he wiped the blood from his sword. He signalled the nearby guards to tend to Aisha's wounds, ensuring she wouldn't bleed out.

"You... monster..." Aisha muttered weakly, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Julius's cold gaze.

Carla sat frozen, torn between the urge to help Aisha and the fear that gripped her as she watched Julius sever Aisha's tendons with ruthless precision. The shock left her paralyzed, unable to act.

"Remember, this monster is what your dear king created," Julius sneered, looking down at Aisha with a twisted smile. Without warning, he delivered a brutal kick to her stomach, causing her to grunt in pain.

Julius then turned his attention to Aisha's armour and clothing, slicing through them with deliberate slowness. Each cut was precise, but the occasional 'miss' drew blood, a cruel reminder of his control. Aisha trembled, torn between the instinct to resist and the understanding that any defiance would only bring more pain. She was forced to endure as the mad prince took his time, stripping her piece by piece.

Soon, the dark-skinned elf lay naked at his feet, her once-proud form reduced to a pitiful sight. Julius looked down at her, his sneer deepening as he relished her humiliation.

Julius walked over to a nearby weapon rack, his hand lingering before selecting a gleaming metal pole. Aisha watched with growing dread, unsure of what he intended. Her unease deepened as Julius barked a new order to Liscia.

"Whore, come and hold her down. Hold her tight, or you'll join that bitch in the stable for the rest of the day."

Liscia shuddered at the command, memories of Juna's torment flashing in her mind—Juna was forced to endure a horrific punishment that left her alive but utterly broken, thanks to dark magic and drugs that kept her sensitive and conscious. Without a word, Liscia moved to Aisha, pressing her shoulders down to the ground, her own fear paralyzing her as Julius positioned himself behind Aisha. The dark elf struggled, trying to plead with her friend, but her protests faltered as a cold sensation settled between her buttocks.

"W-what are you doing?!" Panic surged through Aisha as she thrashed against the hold, but exhaustion from the battle left her weak, her strength waning with each futile attempt to escape. She tried not to harm Liscia, torn between resistance and fear of hurting her friend, which Julius seemed intent on exploiting.

He lined up one end of the pole between her round buttocks, teasing her as he moved it up and down, searching for his target. A few agonizing seconds passed before he settled the cold tip at her sensitive entrance. With a cruel smile, he began to press forward.

"URH! STOP! STOP IT!!" Aisha screamed, her legs thrashing in vain as the pole inched deeper. Julius ignored her desperate pleas, pushing the pole with steady force. A weak, sickening plop echoed through the tent as the pole breached her, forcing its way inside her back hole.

The cold sensation made Aisha's body tremble as the pole pushed its way inside. Though it was less than three fingers wide, the unfamiliar intrusion caused her discomfort, a sharp pain she had never experienced before. As the pole penetrated about ten inches, it halted just before reaching the turn into her intestine. Aisha tried to steady her breath, attempting to adjust to the unwelcome intrusion. But before she could compose herself, a sudden jolt of electricity coursed through the metal, shocking her sensitive inner walls.

"AH!... stop... ARGH!!" Aisha screamed in agony as the electric current pulsed through her, each shock striking a different spot along her inner walls. Her body convulsed, her anus reflexively clenching around the pole with each jolt. But the torment didn't stop. The shocks came faster, more intense, sending her legs thrashing wildly as she fought against the overwhelming pain.

"You like that, you slut? For a warrior of your stature, I had to come up with something worthy of your status!" Julius taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee as he intensified the electric currents with his magic, directing the relentless surge straight into the helpless girl's body.

The sadistic laughter of Julius echoed in the tent as Aisha's screams filled the air, her body convulsing uncontrollably from the cruel assault. The pain was unbearable, a never-ending barrage that broke down her resistance, leaving her a trembling, shattered mess beneath his gaze.

Her bladder released uncontrollably as the electric currents surged through her body, wetting the ground beneath her. Julius showed no mercy, continuing to send waves of electricity up into her ass. The relentless assault even affected Liscia, who was pressing down on Aisha with her bare body. But while Aisha was tormented with pain, Liscia's body reacted differently—her pussy began to drip with unwanted arousal, occasionally leaking onto the ground as she helped restrain her friend during the torment.

Carla watched in horror, paralyzed by fear, as Julius began to pull the pole back, only to thrust it deeper into Aisha with each stroke. He repeated the motion, pistoning in and out of her ass while keeping the electric current flowing. The tent filled with Aisha's screams and pleas for mercy, a chorus of agony that went on for nearly an hour.

When Julius finally stood up, Aisha lay unconscious in her own filth, the cold pole still embedded in her body. As he turned toward the tent entrance, the guards he'd sent out earlier returned. Carla followed his gaze, her heart sinking as she saw what they were leading—a fully grown wyvern, restrained by a leash.

Dread consumed her as Julius confirmed her worst fears. "And for you," he taunted, "since your people love riding wyverns, I wonder what it feels like to let the wyvern have its turn instead?"

The guards dragged Carla by her chain, ignoring her desperate pleas for mercy. "PLEASE! LET ME GO! LISCIA, HELP!" she cried out, her voice trembling as they forced her arms down to the ground and raised her ass into the air. They cut open the back of her pants, exposing her vulnerable body to the beast.

Her fear reached its peak as she felt it—the hot, heavy thing that slapped wetly against her back. She knew exactly what it was and was terrified of what was about to happen.

The guards coated the wyvern's thick member with a drug, causing it to harden. It nearly doubled the size of Carla's thigh, its shaft lined with rows of backward-pointing scales. This evolutionary trait, designed to keep the female in place during the mating ritual, was now an additional layer of torment for Carla.

Carla turned her gaze toward the tent, her last desperate plea dying on her lips as she was met with a chilling sight. Julius sat lazily on his chair, indifferent to her suffering, while Liscia rode him with frenzied abandon, her pussy slamming down onto his cock. Aisha lay limply beside them, completely ignored. Any hope Carla had for mercy faded as she felt the wyvern's massive cock probing at her slit, the guards guiding it into place.

Then, with an instinctual thrust, the wyvern drove its cock into her with brutal force. The spear-like tip tore through her hymen effortlessly, punched through her cervix, and plunged deep into her womb. Carla screamed in agony as the enormous member stretched her pussy beyond its limits, causing her to bleed. But the wyvern wasn't done; it sought to assert its dominance, driving more and more of its length into her. The sheer size of it forced her organs aside as the massive bulge of the cock became visible, rising from just below her belly up to her ribcage.

Carla gasped for breath as the beast's cock rested just beneath her beating heart. The pressure was unbearable—her ribs cracked under the strain, and her lungs compressed, making every breath a struggle. Her dragon-infused blood, which had always enhanced her durability, now became her curse, prolonging her torment as the wyvern continued to claim her. The pain was relentless, each heartbeat a reminder of her body's betrayal, and she could only endure as the monstrous creature ravaged her from within.

As the wyvern withdrew, its instincts took over. The backwards-facing scales on its cock dragged painfully along Carla's inner walls, rubbing against her sensitive flesh. Her cervix clung tightly to the glans, causing intense pain as it nearly slipped out before the wyvern drove back in with renewed force, pushing all the way to its previous depth.

The beast's frenzied thrusts became a relentless assault driven by the effects of the drugs. Each thrust sent waves of amplified sensation through Carla as her pussy walls absorbed the chemical enhancement, the wyvern's cock repeatedly pressing against her womb, stopping just below her heart before pulling back and slamming in again. The impact made her belly and chest stretch grotesquely; the guards around her laughed and jeered at her predicament.

Carla's eyes rolled back in her head as weak grunts escaped her lips, her body moving in rhythm with the beast's savage rhythm. At times, the wyvern would thrust downward, its cock hitting the grass beneath her taunt belly with a jarring impact.

Julius watched with a satisfied smile, reclining in his chair as Liscia continued to ride him, her hips moving in sync with the drug-induced pleasure that clouded her mind.

Carla's torment stretched on, the wyvern's stamina seemingly endless. Without warning, the beast thrust with all its might, slamming its hips against Carla's ass with a deafening clap. It began to release its seed in a torrent, the thick cum feeling like molten lava inside her. Her belly expanded with each pulse, swelling grotesquely as if she were nine months pregnant. The cum leaked out, soaking the grass beneath them as Carla's mind teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

But the wyvern wasn't finished. Slick with its own cum, it continued to slide in and out of Carla's pussy with even greater ease. Driven by instinct, it sought to ensure that its seed thoroughly saturated her, embarking on another round of relentless mating.

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As Julius's procession entered Van, he rode with a sense of triumph and grandeur, his posture exuding arrogance. The city gate opened to a sea of peasants, who, despite their fear and resentment, were forced to line the streets to welcome the returning mad prince. Their smiles were strained, a stark contrast to the fear that lurked behind their eyes. After witnessing neighbours vanish and family members paraded through the camp in humiliating displays, they had no choice but to feign joy at the prince's return.

Following closely behind Julius was Liscia, who rode astride a horse with an unsettling custom saddle designed for her torment. She was stark naked, her skin glistening with sweat and the sheen of her own arousal. The saddle was fitted with two large wooden dildos that thrust upward with each movement of the horse. The rhythmic motion caused a steady stream of liquid to trickle from her core, creating a wet trail that dripped onto the saddle and onto the ground. The drug-induced pleasure heightened with every step, causing Liscia to climax repeatedly as she endured the march.

Next in the procession was Aisha, the dark elf bound on a makeshift wagon pulled by soldiers. Her body was marked by the cruel torment of metal poles embedded within her, their tips continuously emitting electrical shocks powered by mana stones. The relentless pulses of pain and pleasure ensured that Aisha remained in a state of constant agony throughout the journey.

Finally, Carla was displayed in the most degrading manner. She was bound beneath the belly of a wyvern, the beast's enormous cock buried inside her, turning her into a living cocksleeve. The wyvern's movements were relentless, and Carla's body was used as an extension of the creature's lustful desires.

As Julius's army arrived at the king's castle, they paraded their captives with a perverse sense of pride. The sight of their prisoners was meant to showcase their dominance and instil fear.

Upon reaching the castle gate, Julius was greeted by his sister, Roroa. She stood awaiting his arrival, naked and trembling, with various toys inserted into her. Julius's gaze was predatory as he looked down at her, his lust barely concealed. "Ah, Roroa, how delightful to see you welcoming your victorious brother," he purred, his tone dripping with contempt and desire. Roroa remained silent, bowing her head in submission as Julius snorted dismissively and continued into the castle.

Inside, the servants hurriedly moved aside, their heads bowed as they avoided Julius's piercing gaze. As he made his way to his chamber, he gave orders to his guards, his voice cold and authoritative.

Once in his room, Julius dismissed the guards, closing the door behind him with a finality that signalled the start of his depraved revelry. Liscia and Roroa followed their expressions, a mix of dread and resignation. The prince's cruel enjoyment was far from over as he prepared to indulge in his twisted pleasures with his two unfortunate companions.

Chapter 3

Notes:

I'm sure that the next chapter will be the last

Metal boots echoed ominously through the dimly lit hallway as a tall, imposing figure made her way with measured steps to her destination.

It had been two weeks since Prince Julius reclaimed Van and one week since he outmanoeuvred the army of Elfrieden in a carefully orchestrated ambush, capturing numerous prisoners and driving the so-called Hero King back to the former border of their two kingdoms.

As she walked, General Margarita Wonder's thoughts churned, reflecting on the events that had unfolded since the battle and the return of the prince—once the subject of scorn, now feared by all. Rumours had spread like wildfire, whispering that he had lost his mind, consumed by a thirst for vengeance that knew no bounds.

Initially, Margarita had hesitated. As a general of Amidonia, her duty was to serve the royal family, to protect her homeland. But her conscience wrestled with the actions of the prince, especially his treatment of prisoners. Not only did he degrade them, but he also commanded his soldiers to claim slaves from their conquests, both male and female, reducing them to mere objects for the army's pleasure.

Margarita had dared to voice her concerns, bringing up the issue of morality with her peers. But they betrayed her trust, reporting her dissent to the prince. As a result, she was subjected to punishment. Yet, her merits as a general allowed her to retain her position—if she could prove her unwavering loyalty to the prince. And prove it she did.

After enduring days of "special training," she buried her moral doubts, convincing herself that her true purpose was to serve her country, no matter the cost.
Even now, as she approached the army camp, she was reminded of the prince's ever-present influence. A small bulge between her legs served as a constant reminder of her submission to his will.

As she passed through the camp gates, she saluted her fellow soldiers, noting how much the camp had changed since the fall of King Gaius. Prince Julius's methods had proven effective, reshaping the once-disciplined camp into a place of twisted indulgence.

Here and there, soldiers trained with grim determination while others lounged about, enjoying the services of naked female servants who had once been the wives, sisters, and daughters of those who dared to oppose the prince. Now, they were nothing more than tools for the soldiers' entertainment.

As Margarita walked past a pair of soldiers, she noticed one of them roughly thrusting into a young servant girl from behind. The girl appeared barely older than 12, but that mattered little. As Prince Julius had decreed, only through servitude could these women redeem themselves.
The closer Margarita got to her destination, the more the figures of female servants were replaced by those of captives taken after the battles.

The female captives were bound, and their bodies were used in the most degrading ways imaginable. Meanwhile, the male captives served as living targets for weapon practice. Margarita watched with cold detachment as a few soldiers used blunt weapons to crush the genitals of their helpless victims.

Ignoring the cacophony of moans and screams that filled the air, she entered the large building used to hold prisoners.

"Ah, General Margarita," the guard captain greeted her with a twisted grin. "Here for another round of discipline?" he asked, wiping his hands with a rag. Nearby, the lifeless body of a female captive lay crumpled, a testament to the captain's recent "session."

"Yes, I am," Margarita confirmed, her voice devoid of emotion. "It is my duty to ensure the prisoners understand their place, and it also helps reaffirm my loyalty to the prince." She brushed past the captain and moved deeper into the building, entering a room that had been prepared specifically for her.

The room was spacious, filled with rows of wooden tables adorned with an array of metal tools, each one designed for pain and degradation. Chairs and restraints, specialized for the most depraved forms of torture, were scattered throughout the space.

As she surveyed the room, everything was exactly as she had left it the previous day. Her eyes were drawn to the chair at the back of the room, where her prized possession—a fox-kin girl captured during the ambush—was chained.

"Have you rested enough, little one?" Margarita asked, her tone almost tender as she approached the girl. Her hand gently caressed the girl's blonde hair and furry ears.

"Please… le… let me go," the girl uttered weakly, her eyes barely able to meet those of her tormentor.

"I can't, little Kaede," Margarita replied, her voice soft but resolute. She walked over to the table, methodically removing her jacket and then the rest of her clothing, folding them neatly and setting them aside. "Just as you fulfilled your duty by standing against Amidonia, I must fulfil mine by protecting it and eliminating any threats."

Soon, Margarita stood in nothing but her underwear, her muscular body on full display. Her underwear, however, hinted at something hidden, something secured within her.

Kaede trembled as the tall woman loomed over her, memories of past torment resurfacing with each step Margarita took.

"But today, I have something special for you, little Kaede," Margarita said with a chilling smile. She rang a bell on the table, and as if on cue, the door opened. A guard entered, the soft jingle of bells accompanying him as he held a leash in his hand. Attached to the leash was a figure Kaede recognized—her childhood friend, Halbert. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized the depths of the cruelty that awaited her.

Halbert Magna, once a proud spearman of Elfrieden who led soldiers into battle, was now reduced to a shadow of his former self. Naked and trembling, he stumbled into the room, his body bearing the unmistakable marks of relentless torment. A crude gag of wood was wedged into his mouth, stifling his voice. Below, his manhood was cruelly confined within a cage far too small, the tight metal unforgiving against his skin. A chain connected his aching ball sack to two small bells that tinkled with every reluctant step, their delicate melody a haunting contrast to his demeaning state.

"N-No... please... have mercy on him..." Kaede's eyes filled with tears as she gazed upon the broken figure of her childhood friend. Halbert, too, was overcome with despair as he beheld Kaede, her condition only marginally better than his own. Though the sight of her offered a fleeting comfort, it was quickly overshadowed by the cruel reality as the guard exited, leaving him at the mercy of the tall general who loomed over him like a predator.

Margarita grasped the leash attached to Halbert's collar and dragged him to a chair beside Kaede. With a brutal shove, she forced him down, chaining him in place. Unlike Kaede, his legs were spread wider, ensuring that she had an unobstructed view of his humiliation.

"Now then, let's begin, shall we?" Margarita's voice was cold, almost detached, as she turned her attention back to the table nearby. She picked up a tool shaped like a segmented dildo, the base of which housed a mana stone that powered it. Dipping the tool into a bowl of viscous, prepared drug, she approached Kaede's trembling form. Without hesitation, she thrust the tool deep into Kaede's folds, leaving only the base protruding. With a cruel twist, she activated it. The segments began to rotate, slowly at first, then faster and faster as the mana stone surged with power, making the device whirr with sinister energy.

Kaede gasped and moaned as the device spun inside her, each segmented part stretching and rubbing against her inner walls in every direction. The drug heightened her sensitivity, intensifying her torment as she began to leak juices that soaked the tool and the chair beneath her.
Satisfied with Kaede's suffering, Margarita turned her attention to Halbert. Tears streamed down his face as he watched his childhood friend convulse in her chair, the spinning dildo creating a wet, sloshing sound that filled the room. As he stared, blood began to flow to his penis, straining painfully against the confines of the cage. The agony of arousal mixed with his shame, a cruel reminder of his helplessness.

"Focus, boy. She's the least of your worries right now," Margarita taunted as she knelt beside him. Her hand reached down to caress his clipped ball sack, the bells ringing softly with her touch. "How does it feel? Watching your girl like this—does it make you hard? Does it fill you with shame? Or something else?" Her fingers massaged his tender balls, rolling the squishy flesh between her fingers. Halbert groaned in pain as she applied more pressure, squeezing the sensitive organs with a sadistic glee.

"MMMPMMM!MMPMM!" Halbert's muffled groan joined Kaede's sickening melody as the sound filled the room.

Then, with a click, Margarita released the boy's penis out of its cage as it sprung up to its full size of 5 inches, still reddening from the cage as the tip began to leak pre-cum.

"Cute," she commented before inching her head lower and taking the hardened cock into her mouth. Her tongue dances as it licks the glans, pushing at the small slit at the top before moving down to the shaft. She repeated a few more times before taking it fully to her mouth as she sucked on it, making Halbert's hips jostled with the sensation and closed his eyes.

The torment lasted for a few minutes before Halbert couldn't hold it in any more and climaxed, shooting his seed right into the female general mouth as she drank it down with a few gulps, then pulled back her head as the cock began to soften.

"What a pitiful amount you have; I'm not satisfied yet," Margarita said before pushing her hand under his crotch and stopping her finger at his anus. With a few probing moves, Margarita slowly pushed her finger into his holes as he groaned in pain. His blood began to flow once more as his cock slowly hardened up to the woman's touch. Smiling at the sight, Margarita then took the cock into her mouth once more to repeat the process while her finger rubbed and pulled at his asshole.

Kaede could only watch him suffer as the general played with him like a kid, why she felt the heat of the curse pleasure building up inside her.

The sucking and fingering went on as Margarita then push her finger in deeper before hooking it at a specific spot. After her 'special training' class, she learned a trick or 2 that could make any man cum as she pleased. And climax he did, as in no time, HAlbert came once more, released his seed into the hungry woman's mouth as she drank it with delight.

"MMMPMMM! MMPMM!" Halbert's muffled groans mixed with Kaede's sickening cries, creating a haunting symphony that echoed through the room.

Margarita smirked as she clicked open the cage encasing Halbert's penis. Freed from its cruel confinement, his cock sprang to its full, modest size of five inches, still reddened from the pressure, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Cute," she remarked with a cold amusement before lowering her head to take him into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the sensitive glans, teasing the small slit at the tip before swirling down the length of the shaft. She repeated the motion several times, each lick sending jolts of sensation through Halbert's body, causing his hips to jerk involuntarily as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to endure the humiliating pleasure.

The torment lasted for agonizing minutes, with Halbert struggling to hold back, but his body betrayed him. He climaxed, his seed spilling into Margarita's mouth. She swallowed it with a few gulps, then pulled back, watching his cock soften.

"What a pitiful amount," Margarita sneered, her eyes narrowing with disappointment. "I'm not satisfied yet."

Without warning, she slid her hand under his crotch, her fingers finding their way to his anus. Halbert tensed, a pained groan escaping him as Margarita began to push her finger inside. The intrusion was slow and deliberate, sending fresh waves of discomfort through him. But as her finger moved, his body betrayed him again, blood rushing to his cock, causing it to harden once more.

Smirking at the sight, Margarita took him into her mouth again, resuming her cruel ministrations while her finger probed deeper, rubbing and tugging at his insides. Kaede could only watch in helpless horror as the general toyed with Halbert like a predator playing with its prey, the cursed pleasure within her own bodybuilding despite her efforts to resist.

The sucking and fingering continued, each motion more calculated than the last. Margarita's finger pressed deeper, searching for a specific spot. She had learned a few tricks in her 'special training' classes—tricks that could make any man climax on command. And climax he did. In no time, Halbert was pushed over the edge again, his seed once more spilling into Margarita's eager mouth. She drank it down with satisfaction, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she savoured her control over him.

After savouring her "snack," Margarita stood up, leaving Halbert slumped in the chair, weak and trembling from the intensity of his climax. She was far from done. The main course was about to begin, and she wasted no time preparing.

With her impressive strength, Margarita effortlessly pulled the spinning dildo from Kaede's soaked folds. Kaede's body shuddered involuntarily, still quivering from the relentless stimulation. Margarita then unshackled her from the chair and roughly secured her to a raised log. Kaede was forced onto her belly, her arms and legs bound tightly to the wood, her ass pushed upward, presenting her most vulnerable spot. Margarita made sure that Kaede's face was positioned directly towards Halbert, ensuring he had a clear view of what was about to unfold.

Halbert, barely aware of his surroundings, suddenly felt a pang of fear. He could see the terror in Kaede's eyes, but he was helpless to intervene.
Margarita moved back to the table, pulling out the dildo she had used on herself. In its place, she secured a strap-on to her waist, a grotesque device dripping with a viscous drug that gleamed ominously. This wasn't just any toy. It was a much larger, more menacing version of the previous dildo, nearly twice the size in both girth and length. The segmented design allowed each part to spin in opposite directions, a feature meant to inflict both agony and twisted pleasure. Enhanced with magic, the strap-on would let Margarita feel every sensation as if it were her own flesh.

Gripping Kaede's hips with both hands, Margarita positioned the monstrous strap-on at Kaede's back entrance. The cold, wet tip of the device made contact, causing Kaede to shiver in fear. Without a word of warning, Margarita slammed the fake cock into Kaede, forcing it deep inside.

"AHH! STOP! IT HURTS!" Kaede screamed, her voice echoing in the room as her body tensed in pain. The brutal penetration tore at her delicate flesh, and blood began to seep out, mingling with the drug that had been slathered onto the toy. The drug worked quickly, spreading through her system, perverting her pain into a sick, twisted form of pleasure.

Without hesitation, Margarita activated the strap-on's spinning mechanism. The segmented parts began to rotate at high speed, grinding against Kaede's insides. Margarita pulled back and then slammed the device in again, establishing a relentless rhythm. Kaede's agonized cries filled the room, her body jerking with each violent thrust.

Halbert, drawn out of his dazed state by the horrific scene, could only watch in despair as Margarita mercilessly ravaged his childhood friend. The sickening sounds of the spinning device, Kaede's screams, and the wet slapping echoed in his mind.

"How is it, little Kaede?" Margarita asked, her voice dripping with mockery as she continued her relentless assault. "The size, the spinning, the drug, and the audience—all prepared just for you, my dear." She spoke with an unsettling calm, savouring the pleasure that coursed through her tall frame. Occasionally, she adjusted her angle, ensuring the drug-coated every inch of Kaede's insides, maximizing its effect.

Kaede's eyes brimmed with tears, her vision blurred by the agony and twisted pleasure. She could feel the fake cock pressing deep into her belly, shifting her organs with each brutal thrust. The sensation was unbearable, her body pinned against the log beneath her, separated from it only by layers of her trembling flesh. As the device pounded relentlessly, she could feel her climax building, a terrible inevitability she could not resist.

Then, with a final, forceful thrust, Margarita slammed the cock as deep as it would go. The bulge in Kaede's belly pressed painfully against the log, and at that moment, the fake cock released its vile contents—not semen, but a thickened version of the drug. A full litre of the substance was pumped into her intestines, saturating her from within. The heat from the drug, enhanced by twisted magic, spread through her like wildfire, setting her insides ablaze with unbearable pleasure.

Kaede's body convulsed as the pleasure overwhelmed her, forcing her to climax alongside the general. Her juices gushed out uncontrollably, pooling on the floor below, mingling with the blood and sweat that had already soaked the ground.

Halbert watched the horrifying scene with a mix of despair and shame. Despite the horror, his body betrayed him, his cock rising against his will. Margarita noticed immediately, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she pulled the fake cock out of Kaede.

"Enjoying the show, are we? What an honest boy you are," the tall woman sneered as she sidestepped the exhausted Kaede and approached Halbert. "Would you like to give her a try as well? Ah, but I must apologize—I've already taken her virginity. But I can assure you, her little hole isn't ruined… yet."

With a mocking tenderness, Margarita removed Halbert from the chair, leading him to Kaede's bound body, his hands still tied in front of him. She reached down, caressing his hardened penis, guiding it towards Kaede's swollen, slick entrance. "Now, all you need to do is move forward," she whispered, her voice like a demon's, eroding the last remnants of his morality. The moment his glans brushed against Kaede's slit, teasing the tight hole still wet with her juices, he felt his resolve crumble.

Hesitant at first, Halbert slowly moved his hips, his glans slipping into Kaede's pussy. Whether it was the drug or the horrifying situation, Halbert's pleasure peaked instantly, and he climaxed the moment he entered her, his seed spilling inside her while only the tip was in.

Margarita sighed, looking down at him with disdain. "Truly pitiful. And yet you call yourself the kingdom's most powerful spearhead," she mocked, her fingers snaking down to his anus. Without warning, she pushed inside, probing expertly at spots she knew would drive him wild. Halbert jerked in response, his cock hardening even more, sliding deeper into Kaede's pussy, now slick with both his seed and her fluids.

He grunted with pleasure, his hips moving of their own accord, thrusting in and out of Kaede as her moans filled the room—a mix of pleasure and pain from their twisted situation. A satisfied smile spread across Margarita's face at the sight. She withdrew her fingers from Halbert's ass, reaching for the bowl of drug-laced liquid on the table. Carefully, she poured it over her strap-on, coating the toy with the thick substance.
Positioning herself behind Halbert, she grasped his hips firmly, holding him still for just a moment before slamming her strap-on deep into his anus. The sudden intrusion forced him forward, driving his cock even deeper into Kaede's pussy. She let out a scream at the abrupt force, her body arching against the wooden log.

Halbert's tight anus clenched desperately around the large, drug-coated toy, the sensation overwhelming him as the drug took effect, heightening his pleasure in a way he had never experienced. As the segmented strap-on began to spin, the stimulation from both ends became too much for him to handle. He climaxed again, his cock buried completely inside Kaede as he shot out another load of cum.

Margarita, revelling in her control, pulled back, the fake cock sliding out of Halbert's ass. Helplessly, he followed the sensation, his hips moving in tandem with her, pulling his cock out of Kaede's hole as if entranced. Without warning, Margarita slammed her hips forward again, driving the strap-on back into Halbert's tight anus. The force of the thrust sent him crashing into Kaede once more, his cock plunging back into her pussy.

With a wicked grin, Margarita began to establish a rhythm, pulling back and thrusting forward in a relentless cycle. Halbert, caught between the two, could only follow her lead, his hips moving in time with hers as the room filled with the obscene sounds of their bodies colliding. Kaede's muffled cries and Halbert's groans echoed off the walls, a twisted symphony of their torment.

Margarita's stamina seemed boundless, and she took full advantage of it, methodically enjoying every moment, every reaction she could coax from her two captives. She explored every inch of them, leaving no hole untouched, her pleasure mounting with each thrust. It was no wonder, she mused, why Prince Julius promoted these kinds of activities so fervently—this pleasure was divine to her, an indulgence she savoured with sadistic delight.

It wasn't until deep into the night that Margarita finally finished. She left the room, now back in her pristine uniform, neat and tidy as always, a stark contrast to the events that had just transpired. Before departing, she returned the two captives to their cell, but not without leaving Halbert in a frenzy of lust. He spent the night mindlessly thrusting into his sweetheart's pussy, driven by an uncontrollable desire. All the while, the promise of the general's return the next day hung over them like a dark cloud.

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As Julius solidified his power, he led his army in a relentless and bloody campaign to reclaim his former lands. In just a few weeks, he had taken back control of his entire kingdom. The neighbouring kingdoms could only watch in trepidation as the mad prince, now crowned King of Amidonia, restored his realm to its former glory.

Once Julius had solidified his hold on Amidonia, he turned his sights toward Elfrieden. Justifying his invasion of the Chaos Empire, he argued that Elfrieden was not protected by any treaty, making it fair game for conquest.

Seated in his armoured carriage as the army marched forward, Julius idly caressed Roroa's head. His sister, nestled between his legs, took his cock fully into her mouth. Her throat bulged slightly as it massaged his shaft with rhythmic motions, a practised and eager display of her submission.

Julius sighed contentedly, his gaze distant as he released a stream of piss into Roroa's mouth. Her throat moved eagerly, swallowing the salty liquid without hesitation as if this intimate act had become routine between them. His mind drifted, barely registering the sensation, as he peered out of the carriage.

Outside, his soldiers advanced past the border of Elfrieden, leaving destruction in their wake. City after city fell with little resistance, his vision of conquest becoming a reality as his forces penetrated deeper into the heart of the enemy kingdom.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh pulled Julius's attention back inside the carriage. Roroa, having finished her fill for the moment, was now bobbing her head up and down on his cock with renewed enthusiasm. Across from them, the spoils of his recent conquest were on display: the former princess of Elfrieden, stripped bare, thrusting a strap-on with brutal intensity into her companion, the dark elf Aisha. Bound and gagged, utterly defeated, Aisha lay there like a broken doll, her body responding mechanically to the relentless pounding.

"You seem excited for a homecoming, little whore," Julius sneered, tightening his grip on Roroa's head. He increased the pace and force, using her like a mere tool to satisfy his desires, thrusting into her throat with a cruel intensity. His eyes gleamed with mockery as he glanced at Liscia, the former princess. "But don't worry. I'll take everything this pitiful kingdom has to offer—just for you."

"Of course, my king," Liscia responded, her voice devoid of emotion as she delivered a sharp slap to Aisha's bouncing ass. "I'll offer everything to you. It's my only duty now."

Julius smiled at her words, a twisted satisfaction settling over him. After all his efforts, he had succeeded in breaking them, turning his captives into obedient playthings who revelled in the perverse pleasure he provided. They had become exactly what they were meant to be—slaves to their desires and to his will.

As they should.

After the fall of Randell, Julius's army swiftly moved toward the Vargras Duchy, intending to cut off their air force. The siege of the Red Dragon City was short-lived, as his army targeted any weak spots they could find, thanks to the information provided by one of his toys, the dragon-newt Carla.

Carla was among the air forces that laid waste in her own home city, as Julius devised a sick plan to use her. She was tied under a wyvern's belly, continuing her duty as the beast's cock warmer during the aerial attack. The sight of their mistress under the beast's belly, naked, dropped the morale of the Elfrieden air force. Carla, in her twisted mind, released her magic and took down any wyvern knights she encountered. She even personally blew up the city gate for Julius's army. All of this was done while she continuously climaxed from the wyvern phalanx.

As Julius entered the Red Dragon City, his army ravaged its citizens as they wished, taking slaves of any female fertile enough within their reach. As he walked through the streets filled with screams of horror and lust, he entered the castle's main chamber and sat down on the lord of the duchy's seat, with his toys kneeling obediently next to him where they belonged.

As he enjoyed the victorious moment, the chamber door opened, and Carla entered without a piece of clothing on, displaying her abused pussy for all to see, with various piercings and rings reminding her of her station. Following the girl were the two main characters that this duchy was trying to protect: her mother, Accela Vargas, and her younger brother, Carl Vargas. Both appeared to be scared, as they should be when they saw their daughter and sister helping lead the enemy into their home. To top it off, her appearance let them know how far she had fallen into the depravity of the mad king of Amidonia.

"I see that you have brought the new additions to my collection," Julius stated, nodding to the guards nearby. "Would you be so kind as to do the honours?"

"As you wish, my king," Carla bowed deeply as she replied. She then heard the guards' movements as they approached her mother before dragging her away from Carl. The guards began tearing her dress apart while Carla took hold of her brother in its place.

Her mother's screams echoed through the chamber as she begged for mercy and help from Carla. However, Carla ignored her pleas, following the king's orders. She then began to undress her brother as he stood there, frozen with fear. As the boy stood naked, watching his mother get railed by a number of guards as she screamed in pain and humiliation, he felt his penis being touched as his sister Carla knelt in front of him and started sucking on his underdeveloped penis like a piece of candy.

Meanwhile, Julius also began his own enjoyment as he took Liscia's pussy and started thrusting into her, fueled by the obscene show he was watching. As Carla used her tail to plunge into her brother's ass, the boy's screams were cut short by Carla's deep kisses. Accela, her mother, was now enjoying a cock in each hand as both her pussy and ass got a cock in each.

As Carla holes were too loose as they are now only accept something of the size of wyvern, she didnt seem to discourage as she still able to enjoy her brother to her heart content.

For Julius, once he shoots his seed into Liscia's womb, he then moves to his sister as she lines up next to Liscia for him. As he fuck both of them away, his mind begins to plan for the next city to fall.

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The next city to fall was Lagoon, the naval stronghold of Walter Duchy. It took little time for Julius's forces to bring down the city gates and capture their leader. With air superiority on their side, his army cut through any resistance like a hot knife through butter.

As Julius sat in his tent, his eyes fixed on the kneeling form of the former Duchess of Lagoon City, Excel Walter. He didn't bother to hide his lustful gaze, relishing the sight of her. Despite the hatred burning in her eyes, Excel managed to maintain her composure.

"What a remarkable woman you are, Duchess Excel," Julius said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Over 500 years old, and yet you still look like you're hungry for a good fuck." He stood and approached her, his presence looming over her kneeling form.

"Do your worst, scum king," she spat, her voice barely concealing the seething anger within. "If you think your little tricks can break me, you'd be better off killing me now."

"Ha, still so fierce, aren't you?" Julius sneered, standing just inches away from her, his eyes locked on hers. "No matter. You're not the first whore I've broken, and you won't be the last to crawl and beg for my mercy."
As his words hung in the air, Julius roughly grabbed her long blue hair and dragged her out of the tent. Excel could only whimper in pain as she tried to resist, but with her magic sealed, she was no stronger than a normal human. Her struggles were futile against Julius's sick intentions. He dropped her unceremoniously in a large clearing near the center of the camp.

Excel's eyes widened in horror as she took in the nightmare unfolding before her. Rows of wooden pillories were arranged side by side, each imprisoning a familiar face—her own children, those she had sent away from the duchy for their protection. Now, they were stripped naked, screaming in agony as they were violated by the various beasts Amidonia used for their sick pleasures.

Some of her daughters were mounted by horses, their massive cocks thrusting frenziedly into their victims' pussies and assholes. The horses' front legs rested on racks above the pillories, their hips moving with brutal force. Others were ravaged by wyverns, the beasts competing with the horses in their relentless assault. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Accela, the daughter she had married off to Vargas Duchy, her belly grotesquely stretched as a massive cock pumped into her with such force that Excel could hear her ribs cracking under the pressure.

At the far end, she spotted Juna, the girl she had sent to assist King Souma in his efforts to revive the kingdom. Juna's holes were being mercilessly stretched by the largest wyvern of them all.

"N-no..." Excel whispered in horror, her world crumbling around her as Julius watched her descent into despair with a twisted smile. He had gone to great lengths to gather all the females related to her, with Juna's betrayal making it all the more devastating. It had taken time, but the effort proved worthwhile as Excel barely reacted when the soldiers dragged her to her own pillory and locked her in place.

"Let us begin the final show for them, shall we?" Julius declared, a twisted smile on his lips as he stood behind Excel. Her ass was held high by her tail, which had been tied to a rack above, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The soldiers cheered eagerly as Julius took a knife from one of them, slowly slicing through the back of her robe. The fabric fell away, revealing her ample ass to the leering crowd.

Julius rolled up his sleeve, his movements deliberate and taunting. He placed his hand against the former Duchess's pussy, rubbing along her slit with a sinister calmness. "To have birthed so many children, I wonder how loose this hole has become..." His voice trailed off as he teased her clit, expecting a reaction. When none came, he began pushing a finger into her, then another, until his entire fist was inside her.

Excel groaned in pain as her hole was stretched far beyond anything she had experienced before. Though she had taken many husbands, none had ever filled her with something as large as a man's fist. Her back shivered as Julius's hand slowly forced its way deeper, the sound of his intrusion slick and obscene.

"Look how easily an arm slides in here," Julius mocked from behind her, his tone dripping with disdain. "As expected of the oldest whore to ever live in this backward kingdom." But Excel remained silent, her resolve unbroken as she endured the humiliation of his arm inside her. The mad king continued to push deeper, soon reaching her cervix. He opened his fist, pinching and pulling at the delicate walls of her entrance, causing her groans to grow louder as the pain intensified.

Her belly tensed and bulged with the unnatural intrusion, the outline of his hand visible beneath her skin. Suddenly, Julius thrust his hand forward, forcing it into her womb. He twisted and rubbed his hand inside her as if testing the fit of a glove while Excel's breath grew ragged, the pain building to unbearable levels.

Without warning, Julius yanked his hand out of her pussy with a wet, sucking sound. He smirked at the sight of her gaping hole, still twitching as it tried to recover. Wiping his hand clean on the remnants of her dress, he signalled to the soldiers nearby. They approached, pushing a cart with a strange contraption on it.

Julius had heard that King Souma had designed this device for firefighting, but as the cart stopped behind them, a new, twisted idea took root in his mind. He inspected the modified water hose, pointing it at the ground and activating it. A powerful stream of water burst forth, tearing up the earth with its intense pressure. Satisfied with the test, Julius turned it off and brought the hose closer to Excel.

In one brutal motion, he thrust the hose into the former Duchess's anus, eliciting a startled yelp from her. With a simple modification, the hose's tip inflated like a knot, securing itself in place. The knot swelled grotesquely, stretching her anus to the size of a child's head. With a signal from Julius, the soldier began to turn the machine on, setting the final stage of her torment in motion.

Unlike what she had expected, the flow of water wasn't as strong as when Julius tested it. It was slower, weaker—but still relentless. It didn't take long for her to feel the pressure building inside as the water filled her organs, forcing its way through her ass. Her belly began to bloat, inflating grotesquely as the liquid invaded her body. Seconds felt like hours, each one dragging on in excruciating pain as Excel gasped for breath.

"That was just a small tank, Duchess. We still have more to go," Julius taunted, waving a small 5-litre tank in front of her before signalling the soldiers to continue.

Excel groaned in agony as the pressure within her rose, more and more water forcing its way inside. Six litres, then eight, then ten. She could feel the knot of the hose straining against her ass, barely holding it in place. Then, with a sickening pop, the hose tip broke loose, expelled by the sheer pressure. Water gushed out of her in a torrential stream, unrestrained and violent.

The water pooled beneath her feet as Julius approached to inspect her. A twisted smile spread across his face as he observed her anus, now grotesquely prolapsed, the inner walls exposed and pulsing as they struggled to heal.

"Please... stop this madness," Excel pleaded weakly, her legs giving way beneath her though her ass remained held high by her bound tail.

"Oh, my dear Duchess, that was just a trial run. Did you really think I'd use just water for something like this?"

His words filled her with dread. She heard the wet footsteps approaching from behind and then the cold sensation of the hose entering her abused anus once again. It inflated, locking itself firmly in place.

Just as she began to wonder what he meant, the liquid started to flow again. But this time, it was different. Her insides began to heat up, a strange sensation spreading through her as the pressure built. Her belly slowly inflated once more, the liquid filling her to the brim. But now, instead of just pain, she felt a twisted pleasure mingling with the heat. The knot in her ass held strong, even as the pressure pushed against it.
Excel could feel her mind slipping away, whatever they had put in her multiplying her pain and pleasure tenfold. Her belly swelled, looking no different than a woman full-term pregnant. The knot tried desperately to hold on as more of the drug-laced liquid was pumped into her, each second intensifying her senses.

"Ah... AH!!" she screamed, her body trembling as her sphincter finally gave way. The pressure forced the hose and knot out, opening the dam as the liquid gushed out of her, mixing with the puddle below.

Amused by her suffering, Julius gave an order, "Keep at it until she willingly crawls to me to surrender." Without another glance, he turned and walked back to his tent, leaving the Duchess to the soldiers. They eagerly picked up the hose and plunged it back into her ass, restarting the process without hesitation.

The centre of the camp was alive with a cacophony of screams and cries, the tortured sounds of beasts and prisoners blending into a sickening melody. It wasn't until well past afternoon that a soldier entered Julius's tent, seeking permission before stepping inside. Following closely behind him was the former Duchess, Excel, crawling weakly on all fours. Her tail covered her backside, obscuring the extent of her condition, but the way she struggled to even crawl spoke volumes. The "training" had clearly taken its toll.

"So, Duchess Excel, what brings you to seek me out?" Julius asked, feigning ignorance as a grin spread across his face.

"P-please... King Julius... I... surrender..." Excel stammered, bowing low until her forehead touched the carpeted ground. Her voice was filled with desperation, her plea only adding to Julius's amusement.

"Hmm, but how can I be sure of your loyalty?" he mused, slowly approaching her.

"Anything... I'll do anything... Just please, spare me from that cruel machine..." she begged, her voice trembling as she sensed his feet stop near her head.

"Very well," Julius said, his tone laced with mockery. He pressed his boot against her face, a clear command. Understanding immediately, Excel began to lick his boot obediently, her submission complete. "You are now my property, and it will do you well to remember that."

"Yes... master..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she continued her degrading task.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 6 of Bad end fiction