With a heavy thrust that shook the table, his oversized p*nis pulsed, releasing another load of poisonous seed deep inside Robellia. As the large sh*ft withdrew, her overstretched passage, no longer able to close properly, suddenly released a torrent of c*m that trickled down her legs.

Even the foolish Robellia had come to understand Akan’s methods. He could easily force himself on her with threats or orders, but he didn’t. Instead, he made it seem like it was her choice – a choice made to survive – and placed the burden of responsibility squarely on her shoulders. He knew the guilt would take root deep in her heart, impossible to remove.

“Haa, haa.”

Collapsing over the table, gasping for breath, Robellia wanted nothing more than to stop thinking altogether. She was tired of endless guilt, and tired of resentment. Most of all, she was horrified by the sense of relief that crept over her – the terrible thought that maybe this was enough. That at least she had survived.

“Relax.”

Impossible. Akan pressed the tip of his violently aroused p*nis against the spot that had remained untouched since that terrible night. Robellia’s body trembled with fear, causing the table beneath her to shake.

Tears streaming down her face, Robellia struggled desperately. She couldn’t stand the pain, not even for a moment. She couldn’t imagine having to endure the agony she felt every time she defecated or even sat on her soft bed since that fateful day.

“Then do you just want to die?”

“No, no……. Heh…….”

Robellia’s trembling voice, barely audible as she answered the cruel question, was tinged with a desperate, almost welcoming tone. 

The reason Akan had kept Robellia alive all this time was clear – it was a grudge so deep that even killing her wouldn’t be enough to settle it. In a twisted way, it was almost merciful that he hadn’t cut off her limbs or silenced her voice forever. 

“Spread it.”

Robellia struggled to lift her aching arms behind her. Her hands, bruised black and blue from relentless beatings and now covered in fresh red marks, she spread her swollen b*ttocks. With great effort, she exposed the small, puckered hole that had only just begun to return to its original shape.

Akan pressed the tip of his gl*ns, absurdly large for the small opening, against her. Robellia’s trembling fingertips struggled to maintain her grip on her flesh, slipping repeatedly. Tears streamed down her chin, dripping onto the table below.

“Ugh……! Huh, huh.”

Robellia let out a painful moan as the gl*ns, slick with white s*men, penetrated her anus with force. Without a hand to stifle her cries, she tried to muffle the sound in her throat, her voice strained and trembling. 

Akan didn’t pause, but continued to push his sh*ft in. When the broad, blunt tip was fully inside, Robellia let out a sharp gasp before the sound abruptly stopped. 

Akan suppressed his burning anger and suppressed desire and slowly moved his hips forward. Although he was tempted to thrust recklessly, regardless of the consequences, the state Robellia was in made him pause. Her body clearly needed some rest after enduring so much. If he wanted to, he could probably fit his fist into the hole that had been stretched open for endless hours. 

Of course, his hesitation wasn’t out of concern for Robellia’s body. It was the same reason he refrained from breaking her spirit completely. He wanted to let her heal, only to repeat the cycle – to ensure that no matter what he forced into her now gaping hole, she would eventually recover enough to endure again. 

Akan wanted Robellia to experience the same pain and humiliation for a very long time, over and over again – just as he had. A once tamed victim of the past had become an experienced perpetrator of the present. 

As he relentlessly forced himself in, his length finally buried itself to the base of Robellia’s intestines. Akan savoured the vivid agony that filled her half-closed eyes, feeding on it with twisted pleasure. 

In one smooth motion, he withdrew almost completely before thrusting back into the hilt. Despite the futility of it all, Robellia seemed to believe that clinging to some control might ease the pain. Her fingertips dug into her own b*ttocks, clutching them as if to steady herself or hold back the agony. 

Thud, thud.

With slow but powerful thrusts of his hips, Robellia’s closed eyelids trembled slightly. Akan could easily read her thoughts. It was clear that she was trying to distance herself from reality, seeking refuge in her mind.

“At least that part of you is still useful. That’s a relief, Rrobellia. You don’t have to die after all.”

His sharp, cutting words dug into the still raw and bleeding wounds of her heart. He framed her decision to give up her body as an act of survival, forcing her to turn the arrows of resentment inwards rather than outwards. Bit by bit, he chipped away at Robellia’s soul, eroding it from within.

Robellia’s eyes fluttered open, narrowing slightly. The centre of her blinking pupils seemed dark and lifeless, like those of a dead fish. Akan grinned as he continued the rhythmic thrusting of his hips, thrusting again and again.

By the time the sperm had completely dried on his p*nis, the overstretched hole with its smoothed folds was causing harsh friction. Without hesitation, Akan withdrew from her anus and plunged deep into her v*gina, still filled with remnants of c*m.

“Ahhh…….”

A painful, animalistic moan escaped Robellia’s lips. The same p*nis that had earlier soiled her rectum now released its seed into her v*gina. Akan, treating Robellia’s body as nothing more than a tool for his pleasure, continued to thrust with slow, deliberate movements. The s*men that leaked from her l*bia left a cold sensation as it trickled down her legs. After moving his hips at a relaxed pace for some time, Akan leaned forward and pressed his weight against Robellia’s trembling back.

“I’m going to use it again. Is that OK?”

Robellia’s eyelids slammed shut, covering her frantic eyes. Her cracked lips opened with difficulty after several attempts.

“Yes…”

Akan, holding Robellia’s soul in his hands, smiled innocently.

***

Every night Akan brought Robellia into the dining room. It was obvious to everyone that this was no act of kindness. Robellia sat silently in the corner of the dining room that had become her designated spot, waiting for Akan to finish his meal.

Behind Robellia, lying n*ked and prone, a man was thrusting his hips violently.

“Ahhh…!” 

Just as an uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, smack! the man’s palm slapped her b*ttocks.

Akan slammed his utensils down with a sharp clatter. Then he walked purposefully towards Robellia. Startled by the sound of his footsteps, Robellia jumped back, more afraid of the approaching Akan than the pain of the blow.

“Let me help you.”

Akan’s gentle tone only made Robellia feel more unnerved. With a calm demeanour, he took the gag the man had handed him and placed it in Robellia’s mouth. He brushed back her dishevelled blonde hair, glancing briefly at her tear streaked face before turning away and returning to the table.

A new condition was added to the meal: Robellia had to receive the sperm of the m*n assigned to her before Akan finished his meal. The first day it was one man, the second day two and the third day, today, three. Of course, the rule of total silence still applied.

On the day she begged Akan for her life, her battered and bloodied v*gina had been rendered useless. Now, with her mouth gagged because she couldn’t stop screaming, it too had become useless.

Having gone without food the day before, Robellia concentrated on tightening the back passage where the second man’s p*nis was lodged. By now she understood that contracting the muscles around whatever was inside her – be it in her mouth or elsewhere – would speed its release. Meanwhile, Akan toyed with her, putting down and picking up his utensils as if to mock her efforts.