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Little Skirk lies motionless on the dirt.
The palm of her hand rests on the wooden sword's handle, her fingers merely trembling. Not even her wrist will respond to her groans.
Her brain slowly grows used to the numb pain and makes her fingers twitch, when a black boot steps on them.
What little breath remains in her shrieks out of her body.
"That's how easily your opponent will take advantage of your pathetic state."
She looks up at the deep voice, but her pleadings clog behind his abyssal emanation.
Her tears soon blur her sight.
Speechless, the dark lord moves his feet away.
"What a waste. Are you really that indifferent to the extermination of your homeland? The torture and merciless murders of your friends and family?"
The tears flow down her cheeks. Her jaw quivers both in pain and rage, yet her broken hand seizes the sword's handle. She stands up despite the burning and freezing stabbing of a thousand blades.
As soon as she lifts her sword toward the mannequin, her limbs grow numb again. Her breath won't reach her inside no matter how hard she tries, and her eyelids threaten to shut.
"That's a great step toward teaching your brain to ignore pain in moments of dread."
The last traces of strength vanish. Unable to maintain her balance, she falls back onto the hard ground.
"However, you should've used your final surge to run. You have much to learn."
Her eyes close at the overpowering cold under the starry night sky.
Mild heat warms her body.
A speck of orange light wakes the vast void. It grows to surround her, along with the heat.
The haze clears out to reveal an scorching inferno.
There's nowhere to run, but a familiar melody calls her from behind.
Two souls sing it.
Mom? Dad?
Even though they have no body, she senses the gentle embrace of their eyes.
"You! Stop singing! Shut it!"
Another soul appears amid yells. However, its thick purple resembles nothing of their pure essence.
They keep singing.
"I said shut it, or I'll make you! Fine, have it your way…!"
The dark handless arm reaches for her mother's neck.
"Hey! Don't touch—!"
Another purple soul punches her father from behind and throws him to the floor.
"Stay put, 'hubby'."
The dark souls laugh.
Meanwhile, her mother keeps singing the choking melody.
The soul who holds her throws her onto the table.
"We'll see how much longer you can last with my cock inside you."
He stands behind her. Even though they have no body, the rustling of clothes crushes Skirk's chest.
Finally, he thrusts his crotch, pushing her mother and taking a moan out of her.
"Stop!" her father screams.
The two souls holding him in place cackle.
She takes a second to recover and keeps singing.
However, the callous soul intensifies his ramming, slowly drowning the melody under moans and cries.
"That's right, bitch! Stop with the crap and enjoy being raped in front of your husband!"
The heavy breathing and the clapping of their skin violates Skirk's ears.
Whether to help her parents or run away from the sickening scene, her body won't move. She can only stay still and watch her mother's body get broken and her father's sanity get corrupted.
The table creaks at the rhythm of the thrusting.
"You're lucky to feel this good before dying. You should be thanking me."
The soul bends forward while the her mother's head bends back.
"Come on, thank me."
"Screw… you…"
Laughing, he pulls her off the table and guides her in front of her husband. Their faces remain right before each other.
"What are you waiting for, 'hubby'? She's dying for a kiss from the love of her life while getting plowed by somebody else."
Skirk's father doesn't budge, while his wife keeps rocking back and forth.
The souls beside him cackle. They move their crotches close to his wife's face, followed by the unzipping of pants.
"In that case, you don't mind us joining in the fun, do you, 'hubby'?"
Soon enough, his wife's weak moans get muffled and moist.
"You too are a lucky bastard, getting to enjoy such a show before dying."
The laughing continues.
"Now get ready for the climax. I'm gonna fill your beloved wife with my thick seed. It's never failed to impregnate a bitch, though it's a shame we won't get to see our dear child. Doesn't matter. Here I come!"
The breathing grows louder and hastier, and so does the clapping. It suddenly stops amid groans, while semen shoots out of the dark souls' crotches onto Skirk's mother's face.
Her body burns.
Despite there not being physical harm for her, the pain compares to the suffering of her training.
She's unable to catch her breath when the void consumes all.
The starry night sky weakly welcomes her eyes.
Its stars appease her mind, but she notices them rock back and forth. The movement intensifies as her lower body expands yet compresses at the same time. She looks down at it.
Her spread-open legs hang in the air. The skin ripples with the swaying rhythm, accompanied by a wet clapping.
Her stomach inflates and deflates, making her gasp involuntarily.
The sudden tears wash her eyes. They grow used to the darkness and reveal her obscure master kneeling between her legs. He slides something in and out of her, causing her crotch to bulge.
The scorching heat returns, this time focused in her uterus.
She struggles to catch her breath as each thrust pushes it out of her.
"Took you long enough," his voice echoes. "Did you think you were safe with me? That nobody would dare touch you because you're a defenseless little girl?"
His claws sink into her waist. It hurts, yet no blood comes out. The pain strangely blends with the heat instead, turning into a novel sensation.
Something penetrates the hole from where piss is supposed to come out, yet it's not entirely pain. It tickles, while shockwaves electrify the rest of her body. Her limbs are limp, but it's not out of weakness. There's no cold in her body, only a tight embrace similar to her parents' but uncomfortably intense.
Is this how her mother felt while being raped?
The stronger the shocks, the louder her moans.
"So you're enjoying it," he remarks. "Even mature bodies struggle to take it in. Meanwhile, your vagina remains tight while giving you pleasure despite your young physique. Interesting."
She peeks at his abyssal penis when he takes it out before turning her around. Her bandaged arms remain too weak from her unforgiving training and she can't use them to prop herself up.
Her master seems to notice and lifts her with him to stand up. He moves her a little until her insides get expanded again, this time deeper than before. She can't help but shriek in pain.
"The previous position was a little constraining."
Instead of thrusting his hips, he effortlessly swings her body back and forth into his penis.
"What do you think now? Will you allow others to do whatever they want to you? Aren't you ashamed of your pride being violated?"
Despite all of that, it's not enough to conceal the pleasure. Her tears and bawling moans express a mix of feelings too powerful for words. She doesn't even know if breathing will keep her alive.
"I'll use you however I please until you can stand against me. You may be unable to get pregnant naturally at your age, but making such thing possible is mere child's play for me. That's what's going to happen if you stay weak."
Little Skirk's brain hears his deep words yet can't listen to them amid the chaos.
Fluids drip down her crotch. They might be piss, blood, discharge, semen, or a mix of all. They quickly flush down despite her womb growing fuller.
He chuckles. "It's always fun seeing the natural response of a body in the middle of such angst. Let's get it over with."
The pace quickens from insufferable to lethal. Her stomach inflates and deflates even though she's not breathing. The slaps of his thighs onto her ass cheeks makes her head wobble. Her eyes circle around, unable to keep up with the violent motion.
"Here it comes."
His thrusting halts, the tip of his penis touching the top of her uterus. She can finally breathe through her dropped jaw as her tongue drools and her eyes roll.
And yet, the pressure inside her impedes her breath to come in. It grows in waves and so does the heat. It fills her up more and more until he lifts her up.
The thick white semen spurts out of her vagina. She feels the greatest release as it flows out of her unceasingly.
Her body remains blazing hot both outside and inside.
However, her master gives her little rest and turns her around again, this time holding her by her armpits to lower her face before his penis.
She stares at the huge abyssal phallus, unable to conceive how such a monstrous thing fit inside her.
"Clean it."
He pulls her toward it. Since her mouth is already open, it goes in without struggle, but that quickly changes when the tip reaches the back of her throat. He keeps sliding it in and down her throat despite her choking.
"Use your tongue."
Fearing for her life, she moves it around his shaft however she can. She can barely process the taste, which isn't the worst.
Fortunately for her, that seems to be enough and he moves her back. She coughs as strings of saliva and semen dangle down her lips.
"Perhaps we should add this to your daily nutrition."
He lets go of her and falls back onto the dirt.
She can't move any part of her body.
The heat cools down, when more spurts of hot thick semen land on her pale legs, white dress, silver hair, and tender face.
He walks above her, his grotesque member still erect and dripping.
"The dread, the pain, the angst, the pleasure, the smell, the sensations, this sight…. Keep all of them in mind as you train if you don't want them to happen again. I was merciful, but others will not."
"Yes, Master Surtalogi."