The man beside her legs pushed the covers aside and lifted her pyjamas. Although she was regularly given fresh pyjamas, she hadn’t been given any underwear, so her lower body was completely exposed. As the man spread her thighs, another man held her legs together.

The man lowered his head to Robellia’s v*gina without hesitation, his wet tongue repeatedly sliding over her dry entrance. Robellia’s eyes darted frantically, unable to comprehend his actions.

With deliberate movements, his tongue slid along the folds, moistening the space between her l*bia. The sensation of his soft tongue teasing her, an experience unlike the forceful invasions she had endured before, caused her lower abdomen to tense and contract involuntarily. His tongue pushed into the slightly parted opening.

The hand covering Robellia’s mouth was removed for a moment.

“Ha… Ugh!”

Her lips were quickly sealed again as a moan escaped with her breath.

The tongue inside her now moved slowly, tracing the inner walls. As the pointed tip slid over the delicate folds, moisture began to seep out. The man collected the saliva in his mouth and pushed it deeper inside.

Robellia exhaled heavily through her nose as the hand covering her mouth loosened. She understood now – this was not about wanting her body, but about breaking her mind.

As she caught her breath again, the hand over her mouth was removed.

“Ah, uh…”

This time Robellia did her best to keep her voice from breaking. A small sound slipped out, but the man did not move to cover her mouth again.

Another finger slides into her open v*gina. First one, then two. With a very careful touch, he retraced the path of his tongue. Robellia opened her mouth wide and let out a soft gasp.

The man probed her passage with three fingers, his thumb pressing into the tiny bit of flesh above her v*ginal opening. He gently squeezed and crushed her cl*t, already swollen with pleasure.

“Hmph…”

Her mouth closed again.

A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as his fingertips rolled over her cl*t. The water that had gathered around her cl*t sloshed out as his fingers squeezed hard somewhere inside.

He takes his hand away from her mouth. Robellia’s eyes are wide, her mouth open, her jaw clenched, unable to make a sound.

The man’s fingers move faster. A squeak. Obscene sounds echo through the darkened room. With a final thud, the fingers plunge deep and the juices that had accumulated at the moment of penetration spurt out. Robellia’s body convulses.

The m*n let go of Robellia’s body. Robellia sagged, unable or unwilling to resist. When the m*n had finished their work, they covered Robellia’s wet p*ssy again with the hem of her nightgown, pulled the covers over her and slid down the bed.

Robellia’s head, which had been facing the ceiling, turned helplessly to the side. She pulled the covers over her head and curled up as small as she could. Robellia covered her mouth to keep from making a sound, soaking the pillowcase as she cried.

Had she fallen asleep, exhausted from crying? At dawn, Robellia was awakened by another man’s touch and subjected to the same treatment again.

The ‘training’ continued relentlessly, day and night, until Robellia could no longer make a sound, no matter what situation she suddenly found herself in.

After spending some time executing nobles, Akan returned to Robellia’s bedroom. The bread she had so carefully rationed was now gone, not even crumbs left. Hiding a subtle sense of anticipation even from herself, Robellia greeted him.

Without his usual feigned politeness, Akan regarded her with cold eyes before heading for the table – the very spot where he had once forced himself upon her. Standing near the door, Robellia’s body shook uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind.

One elbow propped on the table, Akan’s gaze fixed on her. Robellia’s mouth went dry. Step by step, she cautiously moved forward until she was standing in front of him.

Akan lifted Robellia’s nightgown with his fingertips. She swallowed hard, choking back the breath that had almost escaped without her noticing. Akan let out a mocking sneer.

” Spread your legs.”

Robellia squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them and parted her legs slightly. Fingers slid between her thighs, gently parting her dry l*bia. A small amount of fluid oozed from the v*ginal walls, seeming to remember the warmth of human touch. Fortunately, it wasn’t enough to trickle beyond the opening.

“This is pathetic.”

Akan’s harsh remark was not directed at Robellia. The m*n who had fallen short of expectations bowed their heads in silent apology, but Robellia was unaware of what was happening behind her. Overwhelmed with shame, she dropped her head, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.

For Akan, the misunderstanding was also a source of amusement, so he saw no need to correct it. He tapped the table with the hand he had just removed from between Robellia’s legs.

“Stand up.”

Robellia stared at Akan with blank eyes, unsure of what he wanted her to do. But, as always, Akan offered no explanation.

Resigned, Robellia reached for the table to climb up, crawling as she moved. But Akan turned her body around and repositioned her. Understanding his intention, Robellia sat on the table with her hips first, then slid backwards.

Akan placed her legs on the table, bent her knees and spread them wide. Exposed so openly, Robellia lowered her head in shame and closed her eyes tightly to avoid facing her humiliation.

Akan parted Robellia’s l*bia with both thumbs. The surface was completely dry, but a hint of moisture shimmered deeper inside. Akan knew the inhuman torment of a body seeking pleasure against its will.

“Insert.”

Robellia’s eyes opened again at Akan’s command, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. As she blinked in confusion, Akan took her hand and guided it to her intimate area.

“Do it. Before I tear it apart.”

Akan sat in a chair, his gaze fixed on Robellia’s exposed flesh.

With trembling fingertips, Robellia hesitantly touched herself. It felt safer to comply than to resist, knowing that defiance would only lead to harsher punishment. Still, no amount of rationalisation could lessen the overwhelming self-loathing she felt.

She managed to push a single finger, just one knuckle, into the dry entrance. Imitating the motions she had seen the m*n use before, she lightly stroked the ridges. But her tense and unwilling body refused to respond so easily.

The mere fact that Akan was watching was horrifying, but the most humiliating part was the utter detachment in his eyes. His expression showed no interest, but he didn’t look away. What Akan wanted wasn’t Robellia’s body, but her broken spirit.

Akan reached out and forced Robellia’s hesitant hand, which only fumbled at the entrance, deeper inside.

“Ah…ugh…”

A beastly moan escaped her lips but was quickly swallowed. Though she had learned to suppress it well, there was no forgiveness.

Smack.

Akan’s palm struck the inside of Robellia’s thigh with a sharp, stinging blow. Her head snapped back and her eyes widened in shock, but no scream escaped her lips.

A red handprint quickly bloomed on the trembling, pale skin of her inner thigh.

“Shall I do it for you?”

“N-no…”

Robellia swallowed her tears and pushed her fingers deeper into her body. It seemed her body was learning faster than her mind. Under threats and blows, the area she was forced to touch was already becoming slightly moist.

There was a faint, gentle sound as her fingers moved in and out. The inner walls quickly adjusted to accommodate the full length of a single finger. Noticing Akan’s hardening gaze, Robellia added another finger, mimicking what the m*n had done before. At least her mind wasn’t completely useless.

As Robellia added a second finger, a stiff pressure began to build. Before she could think, her thumb was pressing against her cl*t. A jolt of familiar pleasure shot down her spine. A slippery fluid oozed out and coated her fingers.

Squish, squish.

The amplified sound of w*tness echoed in her ears, almost unbearable. Two fingers soon became three. Akan gave no commands, yet she found herself increasing the intensity on her own. Was it only fear of his threats? Robellia told herself it was.

Her parted lips moved silently, as if uttering a silent cry. Her fingers moved faster and faster, pressing repeatedly against the spot she always seemed to touch with her fingertips. Saliva dripped from the corner of her open mouth.

Akan rose from his seat and through her blurred vision Robellia saw the bulge in his gr*in. She blinked slowly, trying to process the sight.

Akan took a step back, but Robellia’s hand, still buried inside her, didn’t stop. The fluid that had begun to leak steadily pooled on the table beneath her.

Squish, squish.

The quick movements of her fingers were followed by a sudden burst of liquid.

With a cold look, Akan looked at Robellia one last time before he turned and left the bedroom. The door closed behind him. As her fingers continued their relentless motion, Robellia suddenly thrust them deep inside her, her back arching sharply. A stream of liquid gushed out.