Sweet, pleasured gasps resounded through an open area deep within the abandoned mine.
“Sto, p… let m—…”
Having panted and gasped so constantly, her throat had grown sore to the point that even speaking was painful.
The purple-haired female knight’s vestiges of being a knight fading away—her armor had long since been taken from her and her clothes were in disarray—she spoke her refusals to it despite her body’s trembling.
Both of her arms bound above her head, her feet were held shoulder-length apart. She looked much like a pitiful prisoner bound to their jail, but a person seeing her like that wouldn’t feel pity. They would feel desire.
Her wet clothes clinging to her skin, her body shined from a glossy substance that coated her. Her hair was no exception with tufts of her beautifully purple hair stuck firmly to her cheeks. She could only be seen as someone hoisted into the air, but her constant, sweet and tempestuous gasping wasn’t something painful to her, it was more—more like she was burning from a fire of pleasure that had been lit within her.
With the only armor she still wore protecting her the areas beyond her elbows and below her knees remained, she had few vestiges left of her being a knight.
Her eyes, once filled with a fiery willpower, were blurred by passion as tears welled up in them before continuing to streak down her cheeks. Her skin flushed and her breath disordered, she was no longer able to put any strength into the feet she should have been able to use to support her body. If the restraints on her arms were both to be released, anyone seeing her would be able to understand that let alone fleeing, she might not even be able to stand on her own.
Her tunic had been rolled up enough to expose her breasts and her colorless, thick trousers had been pulled down to her knees. It was the same for her undergarment, something that should have been covering her genitals. The place that should have been kept hidden was being exposed to the light making its way through the hole in the ceiling. Even her pubic hair had been soaked by her own juices and some other, more sticky, fluid, and was clinging to her genitals.
And yet she wasn’t allowed the presence of mind to feel shame about it.
She made attempts at regaining her breath, closing her mouth and swallowing her saliva. However, as soon as she opened her mouth back up, sweetly heated moans erupted from her lips as though they were urged on by a furious throbbing deep within her. Intolerably frustrated at herself about that, she tried to bite down on her lips—her lips that wouldn’t stop moaning.
“A-auuuu… let me, go…”
Her voice was weak.
She looked down to the black mucus covering her breasts.
The black mucus covering Alfira’s rich and voluptuous breasts seemed as though it had a will of its own, allowing only a small glimmer of her white skin to be seen from underneath the slime. Since they weren’t completely hidden by it, that allowed Alfira to realize exactly what was happening to her, making her want to weep all the more.
She told herself that she wouldn’t cry, but…
Within that mucus, at the tips of her breasts—she could see them. What had thus far been hidden within her breasts—
—her inverted nipples.
Alfira’s deepest secret exposed to the light, they now functioned as splendid erogenous playthings. Although the only thing covering her chest was mucus, her breasts within that mucus moved about as though they had their own will.
Pressed and prodded this way and that, her lumps of flesh tried returning to their original shaped. Those soft bags of fun—what could be boasted about as a woman yet what was also disgraceful as a knight—continued attempting to do so despite being flung about and manipulated within the Black Ooze’s mucus.
Each and every time this repetition occurred, that is, each time her breasts were played with like toys, Alfira’s mind felt an entirely different stimulus. This was the same for her nipples, which were also covered by its mucus.
Even Alfira was a woman. Although she had masturbated a number of times in her life, her sensitive nipples that not even she had touched were being pinched, tickled, and teased. Each time Alfira thought that her nipples had returned to the inverted state she was used to, the slime would enter inside and pull them back out. Just like the conductor of an orchestra, it played with them like a master conductor would his baton.
It seemed to have an easier time tormenting her now that her nipples had enlarged to their maximum, as each time it bent them in any given direction, she felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Short, and rough. Headed gasps made their way through both her mouth and her nose. At this point, she’d come to the point of being able to climax from just her breasts being played with for a short while. Even so, Alfira’s corpulent and gentle body still hadn’t grown used to receiving stimulation to her breasts, causing her to let out sweet panting breaths. No matter how much she bit her lips, those sweet whispers would make their way out from her mouth.
Although Alfira tried to escape its stimulation by twisting her body, she didn’t have enough strength to do so anymore.
Walking into an abandoned mine, fighting monsters, being raped, and having her virginity snatched from her.
This abnormal situation had long since caused the female knight’s energy to wither away.
Now that she’d been restrained like this, her intention to resist had practically disappeared.
She wondered how long she’d be able to keep up with her words of resistance as well. She shook her head to drive out the thought.
What would happen if she gave up?
—Alfira had already wound up seeing the result of that.
Which is why she strongly rejected it. That was the only thing she wouldn’t, couldn’t do. She was frightened by it. As a knight, she would fight against monsters and villans, living her life like that. She was afraid to die, but she had learned that there were worse things than death.
Something even more terrifying than her dignity as a knight being defiled—being raped by a monster, being forced to moan, being forced to feel pleasure by it as naught but a woman.
Seeing the two others presenting their own bodies to the monster of their own volition, moaning and panting all the while, she swore to herself that she would at least keep the tiny amount of resistance she still had.
Her glossy lips parted, she let out her strained voice.
Her eyes shut tight, the resistance within her eyes was… lacking.
Her endurance was at its limit.
In the state of being shown what was happening to her, she hung her head down, unable to put any strength into her neck. However, she hadn’t fainted yet.
She could still breath and she still had some strength in her arms.
This black mucus—a slime named [Black Ooze], moved its mucus while observing this mother body’s reactions to what it did. This was the result of what happened after Alfira was captured in this abandoned mine and was raped by it.
When it pushed forcibly against the roof just outside her womb within her vagina, her body would react by jumping slightly, despite her say in the matter. It was her weak point, so to speak. It rubbed against this untrained weak point with its tentacle, changing it from one shape to another while retaining a cock-like firmness. It was currently a shape reminiscent of a human finger, moving about in a way that allowed it to reproduce dexterous tasks.
Stimulated by this finger over and over, Alfira’s eyes darted to and fro behind her eyelids as her waist shoved forward.
Her body entered a rather spectacular fit of convulsions. Her barely closed eyelids lost their ability to remain closed, opening with a sudden vigor. Her face that had been looking downward now turned toward the ceiling. However, she couldn’t see anything at all. Even though she was looking at the ceiling, she saw nothing.
Alfira knew what was happening deep within her, but didn’t want to acknowledge it, biting her lips so that her voice wouldn’t make its way out.
However, she wasn’t able to do anything about her body’s convulsions, so she was left to having to endure her body’s shaking.
“Haah, haa—aah, haah…”
Her tongue had made its way past her lips at some point during her convulsions. She looked like a dog, like an animal, like something that wasn’t human. Even so, she didn’t even have the presence of mind to feel ashamed by it. She tried her best to put her breathing back in order despite how rough it had gotten. Despite the saliva dripping down her face, despite how ungraceful her face was, Alfira wasn’t able to worry about that.
Her tears ran down her face in a similar fashion, both being wiped away by a tentacle making its way over her face.
A rotten odor made its way into her nose, but as her body put a priority to first catching its breath, it continued taking deep breaths despite the rotten smell.
“Pwe, s… sh…”
Her mutter had no strength to it.
Tears. Snot. Saliva. Sweat.
Experiencing all those liquids and the slime’s mucus all at once,, her brain remembered the odor. What it remembered the odor as, however, was as a fragrance.
When she tried blowing out her nose while looking to the ceiling, a bubble appeared in the slimy tentacle that was licking her face… and popped.
It was a sound that more hurt her dignity as a woman than was obscene. When the bubble burst, another took its place, so when her body responded by trying to take a deep breath through her mouth, a tentacle slipped into the knight’s lovely mouth, twining around her pink tongue.
It was a slender tentacle, not even the thickness of a pinky.
When that tentacle pulled on her tongue as it made its way out of her mouth, she tasted the flavor of the tentacle’s—the Black Ooze’s mucus. Another tentacle moved in to touch her tongue as though to have her forever remember its taste. Meanwhile, yet another tentacle played around with the base of her tongue, licking the inside of her cheeks and forcing her to secrete more saliva.
A voice far more uncouth than her beautiful looks would suggest came from her throat. It was because of her tongue being forcibly tugged on, yes, but even so, it was all Alfira could do in her current situation to show her intent to defy it… however weak that intent was.
What Alfira looked like as her tongue was tugged on and snot and tears ran down her face, she wanted no one else to see… no, Alfira herself didn’t even want to see it.
Her eyes rolled up into her eyelids; she seemed as though she may faint. She wasn’t quite halfway there, but it was clear that that was only a matter of time.
She was fatigued, suffocated, humiliated… and she felt fear.