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In all the world, there was no military force quite as feared as the Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy. As an elite team of heroic-level soldiers with access to some of the strongest equipment and artifacts in existence, they were routinely assigned to do battle with forces not even an army of ordinary mortals could hope to defeat.
Since their conception, many of their members had died in the line of duty and been subsequently replaced, and a select few had survived long enough to retire. However, only two had ever defected from the Black Scripture and lived to tell the tale.
The first was Clementine, a sadistic warrior infamous for crafting her armor out of the medals of adventurers she slew in battle. Even without the equipment she was forced to leave behind in her escape, she was feared as one of the strongest humans alive right up until her gruesome death at the hands of the mysterious adventurer Momon.
The second, the dark wizard Veld, was only spoken of in whispered, uncertain rumors - not only out of fear, but because the Slane Theocracy had gone to great lengths to suppress all knowledge of his existence. His defection was already enough to earn him a death sentence, but he had gone a step further than even Clementine had, leaving his former masters with a black eye that they would be unlikely to ever truly recover from.
For not only had Veld escaped the Black Scripture with both his life and his equipment, but he had also raided their vaults and stolen a handful of the Slane Theocracy’s most potent artifacts.
Naturally, Veld’s former allies had made a number of efforts to retrieve his ill-gotten treasures, but he was a hard man to track and an even harder man to kill. With each failed attempt on his life, he would disappear into the shadows and move to another area, where he would be free to enjoy his… questionable pastimes in relative peace.
His latest attacker, however, had not been from the Slane Theocracy, but from a force even he had no prior knowledge of. While patrolling the area near her master’s hidden tomb, an armored woman had detected the powerful magic surrounding Veld’s latest hideaway, a cottage deep in the forest. Instead of calling for backup before proceeding, her ambition and desire to impress her master had gotten the best of her, and she’d attacked the wizard resting within in an effort to seize his artifacts.
The fight had been long and brutal - for all Veld’s power and expertise, the woman within the armor was a beast unlike any that should have existed in the world. In the end, however, his arsenal allowed him to gain the edge and subdue her. Still licking his wounds from the battle, he had quickly gathered his things and relocated to another kingdom entirely before the “Lord Ainz” the woman had spoken of could send reinforcements.
But Veld didn’t walk away from the battle empty-handed. He was a man of very unconventional tastes, and it was only fitting he should claim his defeated adversary as his prize…
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It was no secret among the Guardians of Nazarick that Albedo had little regard for humans. Generally, she saw them as little more than annoyances barely worthy of her attention, existing only to be amusingly crushed underfoot the moment they became an inconvenience to Lord Ainz. Still, it was hard to say she actively hated any particular humans, if only because the ones she did tended to die almost immediately afterward.
Right now, however, Albedo didn’t think she had ever despised anyone of any race nearly as much as she despised the scarred, raven-haired man currently pounding his cock into the back of her throat.
“GLLLK! GGLLK! GGLRRK!”
“Still trying to resist, succubus?” Veld said mockingly, his hands tightly gripping Albedo’s horns as he forced her to take his full length with each thrust. “You’d think a lowly demon slut like you would be used to having your face fucked by now.”
Indeed, this was far from the first time Veld had degraded her like this. For the last week, she’d been a helpless prisoner in the evil wizard’s cellar, and he’d taken every possible opportunity to use her mouth until he was satisfied.
Even her bindings seemed tailor-made to keep her in the perfect position for a blowjob. A black leather monoglove was laced tightly around her arms, pinning them uncomfortably together behind her back, and a metal ring at the end was clipped to a bolt in the floor behind her, preventing her from standing. Her legs were folded and tied together beneath her in a kneeling position with several coils of rope, keeping her heels pressed uncomfortably against her ass. Finally, there was a wide metal ring strapped between her teeth, forcing her to keep her mouth wide open at all times.
The only mercy Veld had shown her was allowing her to keep her dress - well, most of her dress. The cups of fabric that would have covered her bust had been torn off, exposing her enormous tits for him to toy with as he pleased. Right now, a pair of toothed metal clamps were digging painfully into her nipples, and her chest was covered in splattered cum from when he’d jacked himself off with her breasts a few hours earlier.
“Since you still refuse to accept your new role, let me remind you who has the power here. Service me.”
The slightest hint of a furious growl barely escaped Albedo’s gagged lips before she found herself intently sucking on Veld’s cock, running her tongue lovingly along the underside of his girth as his thrusts sped up. Though her body obeyed his orders, her eyes burned into him with even greater hatred than before. She wanted nothing more than to crush this damnable metal ring between her teeth and turn her captor’s grunts and moans into agonized screams.
But for all her power, Albedo was helpless before the incomparable magic of the World-tier item he’d used on her: Submission Vow of the Maiden Bride.
At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a black silk choker around Albedo’s neck. Thanks to Veld’s gloating, however, she was well-versed in its effects. As long as she wore it, she became completely helpless in every possible way. Her jobs and skills were sealed, she was incapable of using items or special equipment, her level and all her stats were reduced to 1, and worst of all, she was forced to obey every order Veld gave her without question.
However, the choker came with one condition: it could only be equipped to a virginal woman. The moment Albedo lost her virginity to a man, the choker would be removed, and she would be free to exact her vengeance.
Unfortunately, Veld knew this weakness all too well, and thus had no intention of ever taking her maidenhead. Even more unfortunately, the choker only judged her chastity in the most literal, archaic terms. As long as Veld’s penis never entered Albedo’s vagina, the choker would still consider her as chaste and virginal as a nun, no matter what other depraved acts he used her body for.
Finally, Veld’s pace quickened and his member twitched tellingly between Albedo’s lips, signalling the imminent end of her latest face-fucking session. Seconds later, her mouth was flooded with warm, gooey cum, the taste nearly making her retch. Even after all the times Veld came in her mouth, she still hadn’t gotten used to the flavor of semen.
“Don’t spit it out,” Veld ordered her as he withdrew his cock. “I want to see your mouth full of my seed. Stick your tongue out, too. Once I give you permission, only then will you swallow every last drop of my cum.”
Her cheeks burning with a mix of fury and humiliation, Albedo reluctantly complied, poking her cum-covered tongue through the ring gag and giving Veld a good look at the white fluid filling her mouth. Eventually, he nodded, and she tilted her head back and swallowed the massive load as best she could.
“How disappointing,” Veld said sadly, shaking his head. “Even after a full week of oral training, you still need my orders to behave like a proper sex slave. You certainly are a willful thing…”
Suddenly, he smiled cruelly down at Albedo. “But if you’re going to keep being disobedient, I can always find other ways to train you. If one hole is being uncooperative, perhaps I can make better use of another?”
Before Albedo could fully comprehend what Veld was implying, he gestured and the bolt securing her monoglove to the floor vanished. Another gesture, and Albedo found herself falling forward onto her face and rotating to face the wall.
And in her current position, that meant her ass was propped up by her legs and pointed nicely in Veld’s direction. With one more gesture, Veld’s intent became clear, as the rear of Albedo’s dress tore itself open to expose her bare ass.
Albedo screamed into her gag, but it made no difference - Veld was already kneeling on the ground behind her, his insatiable sexual appetite allowing his cock to harden once more as he prodded the tip against her asshole. In one single movement, he sheathed himself completely inside Albedo, her spit and his cum serving as all the lubricant he needed for the job.
Overwhelmed by pain and shock, Albedo could only sob and beg for mercy as she was defiled in a brand new way. To think the Overseer of Nazarick’s Guardians would find herself a helpless sex slave in some lowly human’s cellar, her mouth and ass forever tainted by his seed - how could she possibly face Lord Ainz after this?
Deep down, she knew the horrible answer to that question: it didn’t matter. She would never see her Lord Ainz again.
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