Gods and Demons, Human World

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"No! No!!" A series

of piercing screams, utterly jarring to the tranquil village, echoed through the peaceful landscape.
Several men in armor, each adorned with a large cross emblazoned on their gleaming silver breastplates, roughly dragged away a group of young girls. Nearby, several prison carts already held dejected men and women.

"Stop! Why are you taking them?!" A woman pushed aside her crying relatives and confronted the men.

"We are acting in the name of God to destroy the witch who has made a pact with the devil. Do not obstruct our sacred mission," a knight who appeared to be their leader said dismissively.

"A pact with the devil? What evidence do you have to say that?!" The girl remained defiant, while the villagers secretly hoped she could save their families. These people had spent their lives farming in this peaceful village, their lives a simple routine of sowing, cultivating, harvesting, attending church, eating, and sleeping… But today, a group claiming to be holy knights from Rome had suddenly arrived, attempting to seize several villagers without explanation.

The villagers were just farmers; they dared not confront these men armed with swords and spears. Moreover, upon hearing that it was the will of God, they dared not argue. They had never seen the girl before; her filthy, tattered cloak and the baggage on her shoulder suggested she was merely a passing traveler. Yet, she stood up for these complete strangers, stopping the paladins' actions.

"You…you…wait a minute…" an aged voice came from behind the crowd. A bald old man pushed through the throng, nearly falling to the ground, but the girl quickly reached out and helped him up.
The old man was dressed in shepherd's robes, and the villagers immediately recognized him as the village priest. Having lived in the village for decades, he was a respected elder, and seeing him now relieved them.

"Huff…huff…Sir Knight…we don't have…witches in our village…I can guarantee that," the old priest gasped, while the girl patted his back gently to help him catch his breath.

"So you're saying God's will is a lie!" the knight said coldly.

"No, no, no... that's not it, but perhaps there's a misunderstanding..." The old priest tried to say more, but the knight shoved him aside, almost causing the girl to fall to the ground as well.

"What are you people! You're grabbing people randomly and beating an old man!" the girl shouted angrily.

The knight looked at the girl properly for the first time. She was only in her early teens or early twenties. Although her clothes were dirty and simple, they couldn't hide her stunning beauty, especially her green eyes, which reminded one of a secluded forest in the mountains.

"You... Hmph! So you're also a witch bewitched by the devil. Two of you! Arrest her!"

The girl seemed not to have expected to get into trouble and struggled fiercely, but how could she match the strength of a man? In the struggle, her cloak fell down, revealing her slender figure under the tattered clothes.

But her clothing was clearly out of step with this culture. A large expanse of skin was exposed beneath the collar of her tattered, yellowish white blouse, revealing glimpses of her full breasts. The valley between her breasts was openly displayed before everyone. A worn-out green belt, which should have been around her waist, was wrapped around her waist. A skirt, almost completely tattered, draped loosely over her shapely hips and thighs, and her bare legs were devoid of shoes.
The crowd was stunned by the girl's revealing attire. But what could they expect from a girl who was practically a beggar? Many sympathized with her plight, but they had no spare clothes and were powerless to help.

"She really is a witch. Wearing such lewd clothes, is she trying to lure God's children into the devil's trap?" The knight grabbed her neck, squeezing her until she couldn't breathe.

The girl seemed to faint from the choking. Satisfied, the knight threw her onto the prison cart, along with several others captured from the village, and headed towards Rome.

Under a clear, cloudless blue sky, a gentle breeze rustled the crops in the fields. The only sound seemed to be the old priest's desperate cry: "...God..."

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In the eerie dungeon, the girl sat silently on a haystack. After a three-day journey, they had been taken to a large city and imprisoned beneath a magnificent cathedral—this was the place.

Every morning, knights and several people in strange clothes would come to take one of them away. After more than half a month, the once crowded cell was now empty except for her. None of those taken away had ever returned, and no one knew their fate. The "prisoners" only knew that sometimes they would hear faint screams from afar, at which point they could only cower fearfully against the wall or huddle together, praying that they wouldn't be next.

But none of their prayers seemed to come true; they were dragged away one by one, some even wetting their pants as they were taken away. The girl continued to stare at the dark, empty cell. Sunlight gradually filtered through the iron bars, and a new day began, but for her, this might be the last time she saw the sunrise.

"Click!" The iron door of the cell opened, and outside air flowed in. Although it didn't smell very good either, it was at least much better than inside.

"Take her out." A familiar voice; it was always him who brought people out.

Two men who seemed to be jailers reluctantly crawled into the cell, immediately wrinkling their noses at the stench. They quickly grabbed the girl, but she simply let them do as they pleased, offering no resistance whatsoever.

"Strange?" The jailers found it odd, but since she didn't resist, they were happy to make things easier and quickly took her out of the cell, expertly putting on shackles and handcuffs.

They led the girl through a long corridor into a room filled with bizarre torture instruments.

"Witch! In the name of God, evil devil! Depart!"

Several men chanted scriptures as they strapped her to a Y-shaped rack, her wrists and upper arms bound with iron rings, and her feet and waist fastened with leather belts, forcing her to stand rigidly upright on the stone slab.

After the jailers finished their work, they bowed to the man and left, while several more men entered from the other door.

"Another witch, the devil's power is truly vast..." one of the men said, but a glance at the girl's high breasts made him swallow his words.

"Are you a witch?"

"No." The girl was bound by the rack, her full breasts forced forward without any choice.

"What's your name?" asked the man holding a large leather-bound book.

"Le...Leficar..."

The man opened the book and wrote her name on it.

"Get out! You lying devil, you lawless demon; get out! You hideous liar, you banished angel; get out! You utterly ignorant wolf; get out! You devil..." A man suddenly shouted strange phrases at her, as if casting a spell on her, while another man took out a bottle of water and poured it over her head, chanting similar phrases.

"Ah!" Reficar tried to turn her head to avoid it, but her hands were immobile; she could only turn her head and couldn't dodge the holy water pouring down on her.

As soon as the holy water touched her hair, it turned as black as ink, and the parts of her long black hair that were wet showed a blue color like the sky.

The man pouring the water was startled. He grabbed a few strands of hair to examine them closely and discovered that her black hair was dyed, and its original color was a sky blue, a color that no human should have.

"Witch!" the man shouted, splashing holy water from his hands to wash away the dye. She had long, sky-blue hair, paired with emerald green eyes and fair skin, an eerie yet incredibly beautiful sight, a strange beauty that seemed to embody the essence of nature, making them unable to resist.

Her long blue hair was casually tied into a ponytail, with two horn-like strands framing her forehead, meant to conceal her perpetually sorrowful emerald green eyes, but now only confirming her status as a "witch."
"This is proof of her pact with Satan!" The man, who had been chanting exorcism incantations, ripped off her tattered clothes. Underneath her thin dress, she wore nothing. In just a few swift movements, he stripped her naked, revealing a fair and delicate skin completely different from her filthy exterior, which seemed to instantly illuminate the entire room.

"Look for any marks of the devil." At the man's command, he and several others immediately began searching her entire body. Lefika turned her head away, biting her lower lip, her face flushed, and closed her eyes, helplessly allowing the men to search her thoroughly.

"Nothing." Finally, the group reached an unprecedented conclusion. Generally, those they had tried always had some blemishes or moles, but she had nothing. Even a rare gem might not be so perfect; her entire body seemed flawlessly crafted by the Creator.

"No! There's one more place we haven't searched," one of them suddenly said, and the more quick-witted ones immediately knew where he was referring to. A man pulled a lever beside the large table, and the stone slab beneath Lefika's feet and the rack parted to the sides, forcing her legs apart. Although she desperately tried to close them, human strength was no match for machinery, and she was ultimately forced into a shameful position that made even her ears turn bright red. Between her wide-open legs, without any hair to conceal them, the woman's most intimate parts were exposed without any cover. A man immediately stepped forward to examine her genitals and crotch. After a while, the man shook his head in disappointment; clearly, there was no "mark of the devil" there either.

"Ah! No..." Reficar suddenly screamed, because the man actually reached out and pried open her labia, examining her deeply.

"No! No!!" Reficar trembled, trying to close her legs, but all the parts of her body that could exert force were cleverly handcuffed, making it impossible to exert any strength. "Haha!"

The man laughed triumphantly. He had finally found the only flaw in this flawless jade—she was not a virgin. Although the vaginal walls were tight, the necessary proof of virginity was completely absent.

"This is the evidence that she participated in Satan's banquet..." The man holding the large book wrote down this reason.
"Now the evidence is irrefutable, and you still won't admit it?"

"No..." Reficar seemed to have despaired, lowering her head, but from beginning to end, she did not shed a single tear.

"Stubborn enough," the man said coldly. The next act was supposed to be torture, but the man's instincts clearly kicked in when torturing such a beautiful woman, so he had to find another way.

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Next door to Reficar's room was the torture chamber, where she was currently located. She was still handcuffed to the rack. Apparently, the rack had a pulley system underneath, allowing it to be pushed directly to the compartment, avoiding any potential resistance after the prisoners were interrogated.

Besides some bloodstained instruments of torture, the torture chamber contained an iron cage with three women inside. Because the cage was cramped, the women were huddled together. Two of them appeared to be mother and daughter. All three were naked, touching each other. This terrifying atmosphere ironically amplified primal human desires. The three women craved the embrace of fellow humans. The bloodstains from the loss of virginity were clearly visible on their intertwined bodies; even the little girl had been deflowered. The swollen vulvas and anuses of the three women seemed to have undergone cruel treatment.

"You!" Raficar shouted angrily, but they stuffed an iron ball into her mouth. The ball had many holes, allowing saliva to drain and ropes to pass through, securing it in her mouth.

"Ugh!" Despite the foreign object in her mouth, Raficar struggled, forcing the men to add an iron ring around her neck.

The women in the cage looked at Raficar sadly, seemingly foreseeing her tragic end.

The men's purpose was to torture them in front of Raficar to break her mental defenses, so they unceremoniously dragged them out of the cage. Wearing heavy shackles and handcuffs, they stumbled to Raficar. The little girl, seemingly still a minor, clung fearfully to her mother, avoiding eye contact with the men. The other woman was also quite young. While the three women were far less beautiful than Lefika, they were still among the most beautiful in the world. However, the horrific marks of torture on their bodies drastically diminished their beauty. All three shared a common feature: a brand on their left shoulder—the mark of a witch.

"Call him here!" a man commanded, his attire suggesting he was their leader.
A short while later, a massive black shadow appeared at the door. The little girl, already clinging tightly to her mother, burst into tears upon seeing him, while the other two women trembled uncontrollably.

The executioner—or perhaps more accurately, the executioner—had killed thousands through his tortures. He had a peculiar habit: any female prisoner he fancied was doomed to suffer the torment of his exceptionally large penis. The men were well aware of his methods, but also understood that the psychological impact on a woman was far greater than any other form of torture. This time, however, the group's goal was to force themselves on Reficar. Their aim in getting him to intervene was simply to break her spirit, and the substitutes were the three women he had previously raped.

Reficar was familiar with these three women: Mary and Ariel, mother and daughter, were from that village and the only people she had spoken to on this terrifying journey; the other girl, Sherry, had been tied up and thrown beside her on the road for trying to sabotage the prison cart and causing a scene.

The executioner approached them, and the sheer fear was enough to make their legs go weak. Little Ariel was too terrified to even cry, hoping her mother would give her courage. Even Mary herself was completely disoriented, only able to continue holding her, hoping they could support each other.

"Didn't these three already confess?" the executioner asked, puzzled.

The leader whispered a few words in his ear. He glanced at Raficar and whispered something in the man's ear as well. The man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately seemed to have succeeded. The executioner turned with satisfaction to the three women who were paralyzed with fear on the ground. A thick arm snatched Ariel from Mary's arms. Mary, the mother, grabbed Ariel's leg, pleading not to hurt her daughter. The executioner dropped Ariel, pulled out his leather whip, and mercilessly lashed out at them.

"If you don't confess, you're next," the man threatened Raficar in a low voice. Raficar only glared angrily, her bright green eyes fixed on him, as if she wanted to kill this scoundrel with her gaze.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Ariel, protected by Mary, saw her mother's pain and tried desperately to shield her from the whip's blows. Her delicate little hands quickly became red and swollen, her fingers so swollen she could barely move them.

Mary finally fainted from the brutal whipping. The executioner stopped and pointed an arrow at Shirley.
Shirley saw the executioner looking in her direction and backed away in fear, but he skillfully grabbed her and handcuffed her.

Sherry was suspended in mid-air by four iron chains, her blonde hair cascading down her face. The executioner turned the winch, lowering her to the appropriate height before pulling out his enormous member from his crotch.

"Ugh!" Raphika gasped as an astonishingly large penis sprang from his crotch, as thick as her wrist and incredibly long, like a giant python pressing against Sherry's tight, tender opening.
"It's terrifying every time I see it," a man remarked from the side, while Sherry screamed in terror.

"Ah!!" Sherry's suspended body lurched forward as the executioner's entire penis plunged into her, causing her to scream in agony. Raphika could even see bright red blood gushing from their point of connection.
"No! Ah... ooh... ah..." With the executioner's rough movements, Sherry's body convulsed in pain, and a mixture of blood and vaginal fluid splattered. During the previous torture, the executioners secretly administered extremely high doses of aphrodisiacs to the three women, thus earning them the sin of being called "Satan's whores."
Now, the latent effects of the aphrodisiac within Sherry's body have been triggered once again, and a strange sensation combining pain and lust is rapidly spreading through her body. Even she herself cannot determine whether she wants to continue like this. The intense sensations have numbed her brain, and now she can only continuously emit pitiful, lewd cries to vent the raging fire of desire burning within her.

"No...no...I'll die..." Sherry's head, which had been tilted back, now drooped listlessly. Hanging in mid-air, she had been relentlessly thrust into by that massive rod nearly a thousand times. Even an iron body couldn't withstand it. A pool of blood, semen, and vaginal fluid had already accumulated on the floor. Her once strong, outgoing, and beautiful face was now covered in tears and saliva, a picture of utter despair. The aphrodisiac's effects left her powerless against desire, only able to continuously embrace the surging waves of orgasmic pleasure.

"Ah..." Like a dying scream, Sherry's body convulsed a few times before collapsing. The executioner withdrew his massive penis with satisfaction, bringing with him a large amount of semen stained pink with blood.

Among the men watching, several had already lost their temper. Ignoring the fact that Sherry had just been violated, they unchained her and dragged the unconscious woman aside to gang rape her. The other older men remained seated, seemingly saving their energy for dealing with Reficar.

The executioner looked at the mother and daughter on the ground. Mary, who had fainted from the pain, was still unconscious. Ariel, beneath her, was crying and stroking the bruises on her hands. The executioner pulled Ariel out from under Mary and, seemingly intentionally, brought her in front of Raphkall. Without hesitation, he thrust his massive penis, which had just ejaculated inside Sherry, into Ariel's still-developing vagina in front of her.

"Ah!!!" Ariel's reaction was even stronger than Sherry's. After all, Ariel was seven or eight years younger than Sherry, her small breasts had only just begun to develop, and her vulva had only a few sparse pubic hairs. From the outside, her vagina could only be seen as a narrow slit. She had fainted several times from the pain of being deflowered by the executioner before, and it was only because they couldn't wake her that they switched to Mary. Now, although she had already been deflowered once, her immature vagina still couldn't withstand the ravages of this monster's penis. Ariel painfully hugged Reficar, burying her tear-streaked face between her breasts, gritting her teeth to endure the excruciating pain.

Although she had also been given an aphrodisiac, it couldn't alleviate the intense pain. Reficar, skin to skin with her, could clearly feel Ariel's body convulsing in pain with the executioner's movements.
"Mama... Mama..." Ariel kept repeating the same words in her sleep. Mary, who had fainted on the ground, seemed to be awakened by her. Seeing her beloved daughter being treated like this, she immediately rushed forward and pulled at her:

"No! No! She's still a child!! Let her go!" Mary pleaded, but the executioner kicked her away.

"Whoever wants to use her can have her!" the executioner said to the man sitting in the chair watching.

To prevent her from interfering with the torture and to give Raficar time to adjust to the atmosphere, the men hastily pulled away the crying and screaming Mary, handcuffing her to the iron rings scattered throughout the torture chamber. One of the more impatient men immediately pressed down on her, frantically kneading her full, large breasts, causing the soft flesh to constantly and violently change shape. A small amount of white milk was even squeezed from her swollen nipples. Mary shook her head in pain, her blonde hair, the same as Ariel's, flying in the air, shimmering with a bewitching light in the flickering firelight.

"Mama!" "Ariel!" The mother and daughter, less than five steps apart, called out to each other, but the beast-like men on top of them controlled their movements, wantonly venting their lust on them. They didn't care about the feelings of the women being penetrated; they only wanted to use their naturally beautiful bodies to satisfy their primal desires.
Meanwhile, the man tormenting Sherry found it utterly boring. Gang-raping a woman who had already lost consciousness was no different from necrophilia. No matter what he did, she remained motionless, lifeless, and unresponsive. Just as the man, still penetrating her, was about to give up and look for Mary, he touched a long iron nail on the ground. This nail, nearly a foot long, was the nail from the Nuremberg Virgin torture device (Note 1), probably discarded during the torture of the prisoner. On a whim, he picked up the nail and stabbed it into her nipple.

"Ah!!" The pain of the nail piercing her sensitive nipple roused the unconscious Sherry. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, her other nipple was also pierced by the nail, connecting the two nipples together. Sherry screamed in agony, the entire stone chamber filled with the pitiful wails of the three women and the heavy breathing of the man. But there also seemed to be a faint flapping sound of wings, though no one noticed it.
Sherry struggled in agony, but the men continued to gang rape her with glee. Every time she fainted from an orgasm, they would mercilessly grab the iron nails and yank them upwards, the tearing pain waking her up again.
"Useless!" The executioner raped Ariel, but felt it wasn't enough. Ariel was just a child; her body wasn't as mature as her mother Mary's, and her frail health couldn't match Sherry's vitality. She could only passively endure the penetration, and there was hardly any lubrication in her vagina. So, when the men weren't paying attention, he took out a small bottle and stuffed it into Ariel's mouth.

"Ugh..." Driven to a daze by the intense pleasure, Ariel instinctively swallowed the liquid from the bottle. Soon, Refikka noticed the girl clinging to her was rapidly gaining heat; her once pale face was now as red as a ripe apple. Refikka didn't know what he had given her, but it seemed unbearable for the frail Ariel. Refikka could clearly feel her heartbeat quickening, while her hands holding her grew colder and colder. However, neither Ariel nor the other noticed this... In this situation, the executioner only wanted to torture the girl to his heart's content, while Ariel herself had already been drugged and lost her mind. Now, all she wanted to do was vent that strange, burning sensation. Her cold hands no longer held Reficar tightly, but instead kneaded her breasts, as if trying to get some motherly comfort from her. But this action made Reficar gasp involuntarily, and her nipples gradually became erect. Although there wasn't enough vaginal fluid to flow out yet, she could clearly feel the heat about to leave her body.

(I... I can actually feel... Impossible...) Reficar thought dazedly. She looked down at the little girl who had buried her face in her chest, and a feeling of tenderness welled up in her heart. At the same time, her hands kept struggling to break free of the iron shackles, and the force left the shape of the shackles imprinted on her delicate arm skin.

Drinking an aphrodisiac that would last a person half a year allowed Ariel's underdeveloped body to display the allure of a mature woman. The juiciness and tightness of her vagina surpassed even her mother's, and the hot inner walls constantly squeezed the penis, much to the executioner's satisfaction.

"Mommy... Ariel feels so strange... so strange... something is... coming out..." Ariel murmured incoherently, reaching her first orgasm under the coercion of the aphrodisiac.

"I'm going to die... Ariel is going to die..." Even after her climax, Ariel, supported by the aphrodisiac, managed to stay upright, but kept crying out, "I'm going to die." Raficar frantically tried to break free of the shackles, knowing that Ariel would truly die if things continued this way. However, human strength was insufficient to break the chains, and no amount of struggle could save her. While

her daughter faced a life-or-death situation, Mary, the mother, could only weep and endure the abuse. She was luckier than the other two; she hadn't been drugged or had her nipples pierced, but her beautiful breasts were kneaded and bruised, and her body was covered in semen. She was surrounded by the most men, giving her no time to rest, and she could only endure their torment, her body, which originally belonged only to her husband, filled with the semen of other men.

"Ariel..." Mary called out her daughter's name helplessly, but her mature body paid no heed to her feelings, trembling as she reached another climax. Her wanton body fiercely craved more, more intense rape, yearning for the sensation of fresh semen covering her entire body. The shame of betraying her husband and being gang-raped by men next to her daughter only made her sink deeper into the vortex of debauchery.

"Satan's mistress is indeed utterly promiscuous. If we hadn't discovered her sooner, who knows how many more people she would have lured into the devil's trap!" The man, while venting his lust, didn't forget to solidify her licentious crime.

The not-so-narrow stone chamber was filled with a thick, decadent odor of lust.

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