How much longer could she hold out? Finally, the second man ej*culated into Robellia’s rectum. No matter how many times it happened, she could never get used to the sensation. Her thin legs, barely supporting her weight, trembled as if dancing with the sensation of the man withdrawing his p*nis. Just one more to go. 

As if mocking her, Akan set down his plates and took a casual sip of his drink after finishing his meal. Once again, Robellia missed her chance to eat and lowered her head in defeat. This was never a fair game to begin with – Akan could end the meal whenever he wanted. 

He lifted the corners of his mouth in a cold smile as he watched Robellia, foolishly clinging to this hopeless wager, desperately hoping for a shred of mercy.

Whether she could eat or not, Robellia’s duties remained unchanged. With her head bowed, she slowly crawled to Akan’s feet. The sperm of the two m*n she had taken in succession was dripping onto the floor from the hole that could no longer close properly.

Akan looked at her with an amused expression and asked, 

“Are you hungry?”

Gagged, Robellia nodded her head. As if she had just remembered, Akan removed the gag from her mouth. The saliva that had soaked the gag stretched out in a long strand before it broke and fell away.

“Yes…”

As Robellia breathed out raggedly, a harsh voice escaped from her dry throat. Akan smiled again, as if something about the situation amused him. Perhaps he was just in a good mood today, considering how often he found himself smiling. 

Soon Akan’s eyes lit up with a spark, as if something had just occurred to him. Whatever it was, it was unlikely to be good for Robellia. No, it almost certainly wasn’t. 

“Alright. I’ll give it to you. Food.”

‘Food?’

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over Robellia at the word. But despite the shame, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Going two days without food was unbearable, and there was no guarantee she’d be able to eat the next day. Caught in a vicious cycle of starvation and overindulgence, Robellia’s body grew thinner and weaker with each passing day, resembling that of a dying patient.

Akan rose from his seat, picked up Robellia and set her down at the table. Why didn’t he leave her alone with the leftovers, as he usually did? Robellia hesitated, unable to reach for the food with her bare hands in Akan’s presence. While her mind clung to a shred of dignity, her starving body begged desperately for food. 

Akan pushed her hips back, loosened his clothes and pulled out his p*nis, driving it without hesitation into the still gaping hole.   

The difference wasn’t just in size – it was also in the depth of the resentment. Even though the area had been torn open only moments before, the level of shock and pain was completely different. A dull ache radiated through Robellia, forcing her to grab the edge of the table for support. 

“Ugh…!” 

A strained moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it, and Robellia bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stifle the sound. 

Robellia quickly came to terms with the situation. It seemed that she would resist as usual, but it became clear that she couldn’t continue without submitting to Akan. 

The smell of food wafting into her nostrils was unbearable. She clenched her muscles desperately, hoping Akan would finish quickly and let her go. This woman – she pushed her body to hasten her climax – was the last noble princess of the empire.

Akan wasn’t particularly forceful, but he moved his hips quickly and sharply. 

“Eat. Your food.” 

Startled, Robellia turned to look back at Akan, her eyes filled with tears.

How was it that Akan could always, without fail, push Robellia beyond her limits? Even her late father and brother, who had been relentlessly greedy, might have seemed merciful compared to Akan. Robellia found herself sinking into a deeper despair. 

Thud

A large hand, rough and calloused, rested on Robellia’s br*ast, which had thinned as her body withered. Startled by the unexpected action, Robellia flinched, her shoulders shaking. Akan had never touched her body like this. His contact had always been limited to acts of violence or the bare minimum necessary to force himself upon her.

Akan’s hand tightened abruptly, gripping Robellia’s br*ast with force. The crushing pain caused her mouth to open and close noiselessly as she gasped for air. As expected, this bizarre act proved to be another form of violence. As she endured the pain, her body tensed reflexively, her tense muscles clamping down on him.

Akan frowned slightly. A woman’s body was so inefficient. With her limbs now thinner from the restricted meals, he felt he could break any part of her with a single hand – yet she was still burdened with something so seemingly useless.

Akan didn’t want to show that he had touched a place he’d never been interested in before, even unintentionally. Pulling his hand away immediately would be as good as admitting it, so instead he gripped Robellia’s soft br*ast even tighter, as if to crush it. The faint satisfaction he had felt earlier was immediately replaced by disgust, and his thrusts became rougher and more forceful. 

“I said eat.”

With his other hand, he forced Robellia’s head into the plate. Her face plunged into the runny sauce as her shoulders trembled and her mouth began to move hesitantly. Each hard thrust of his hips made her body shake violently, but her head remained buried in the bowl – a sight indistinguishable from that of a dog.

With a violent jolt, Robellia’s arm, which had been struggling to support her upper body, gave out and she collapsed onto the table. The dishes toppled over, spilling their contents and smearing food all over her body. Undeterred, Akan continued to drive into her lower body with relentless force.

To widen the already stretched hole, Akan pressed down with relentless intensity. Robellia’s body writhed uncontrollably, like an earthworm doused in salt. Every time her unhealed v*gina grazed the edge of the table, she twisted in agony, her body rolling helplessly across the surface. But even this sight did nothing to improve Akan’s foul mood.

He pressed against her back and released in her rectum. Despite the end, there was no sense of relief. Akan withdrew, stepping back from the food-covered Robellia and wiping his food-stained hands clean with a towel. 

Robellia’s head hung weakly, her face smeared with a mixture of sauce and tears. A piece of food remained in her mouth as she breathed shallowly. Akan’s mood improved slightly. 

“It suits you. Enjoy your meal.”

The barely-healed, tender lips moved slowly as Robellia swallowed the half-chewed food into her mouth. The sight of her, having cast aside all dignity for the sake of survival, seemed fitting for her current state. 

With a cold expression, Akan turned and left the dining room. The servants, unsure of what to do, hesitated for a moment before avoiding the trembling Robellia and beginning to clear the table. Robellia staggered as she tried to get to her feet. 

Her vacant, unfocused eyes and bruised body, smeared with streaks of sticky, colourful sauce, gave her a broken and grotesque appearance. 

Robellia lifted a trembling hand, picked up the crumpled and smeared food and brought it to her mouth. Handful by handful, she began to push the crumpled food into her mouth with both hands, moving faster and faster. The servants, unable to bear the disturbing sight, froze, their work stopped for a moment. 

The only sound in the great dining room was that of Robellia’s noisy devouring.