Gods, Demons, and Humans (Complete)

"No! No!!" A series of piercing screams, utterly jarring to the tranquil village, shattered the peace.

Several men in armor, each adorned with

a large cross emblazoned on their gleaming silver breastplates, roughly dragged away several young girls. Nearby, several prison carts already held dejected men and women.

"Stop! Why are you taking them?!" A woman pushed aside the weeping family members and confronted the group of

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. Those

nearby 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 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…this knight…we don't have any 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! Absolutely not, 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 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 draped loosely over her shapely hips and thighs, and her bare legs were devoid of shoes

.

Seeing the girl's revealing attire, everyone was stunned. But

what could Many sympathized with her plight, but they had no spare clothes

and were powerless to help.

"So 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 in the entire world seemed to be the old

priest's desperate cry: "...God..."

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In the gloomy 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 dressed 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 ever returned, and no one knew what their fate was. 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 would not be next.

But none of their prayers seemed to come true; they were dragged away one by one. Some

even wet their pants while being 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 . 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 the girl didn't resist, they were happy to make things easier. They quickly led her

out of the cell and skillfully shackled and handcuffed her.

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, they bowed to the man and left, while several more men entered

from another door .

"Another witch. The power of demons is truly vast..." one of the men said, but his gaze fell upon

the girl's high, firm breasts, and he immediately swallowed his words.

"Are you a witch?"

"No." The girl was bound to 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! Liar, lawless demon; get out! Despicable liar, banished

angel; get out! Utterly ignorant wolf; get out! Devil..." One man suddenly shouted

strange sentences at her, as if casting a spell on her, while another took out a bottle of water and poured it over her head,

chanting similar sentences.

"Ah!" Leficar turned 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 head.

The holy water, once poured onto her hair, turned it a deep, inky black,

the parts revealing a sky-blue hue.

The man pouring the water was startled, grabbing a few strands of hair for a closer look. Her black hair was dyed,

and original color was a sky-blue, a color no human should possess.

"A witch!" the man shouted, splashing the holy water from his hands to wash away the dye.

He saw that she had long, sky-blue hair, paired with emerald green eyes and fair skin, an eerie yet

incredibly beautiful beauty, 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 tufts of hair framing her forehead like horns—of course, to conceal

her perpetually sorrowful emerald green eyes—but now only confirmed the evidence that she was a "witch

. "

"This is proof of the pact with Satan!" The man, who had been chanting exorcism incantations, ripped off her

tattered clothes. Underneath her thin dress, she was naked. In just a few swift movements, he stripped her of

all her clothes, revealing a fair and delicate skin that seemed to instantly illuminate the room, a stark contrast to her filthy exterior

.

"Look for any marks of the devil." At his 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, the people they had judged

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 still one place we haven't searched," one of them suddenly said,

and the quick-witted ones immediately knew where he was referring to. A man pulled a lever beside the large table, and the stone slab and rack beneath Reficar's feet

parted to the sides, forcing her legs apart. Although she tried desperately to close them,

human she was ultimately forced into that shameful

position that made her ears burn with embarrassment. Between her wide-open legs, there was no hair to cover them, and the woman's most private parts

were exposed to them without any concealment. A man immediately stepped forward to examine her genitals and crotch. After a while, the man

shook his head in disappointment; it was obvious that there was no "Devil's Mark" there either.

"Ah! No..." Reficar suddenly screamed, because the man actually reached out and peeled 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 for her to exert any strength.

"Haha!" The man laughed triumphantly. He had finally found the only flaw in this flawless jade—she

wasn't a virgin. Although the vaginal walls were tight, the necessary proof of virginity was completely absent.

"This is the evidence of her participation in Satan's banquet..." The man holding the large book noted down the reason.

"Now the evidence is irrefutable, and you still won't admit it?"

"No..." Reficar seemed to have given up in despair, her head bowed, but she hadn't shed

a single tear .

"Stubborn indeed." The man said mercilessly. The next act was supposed to be torture, but when it came to torturing such a

beautiful woman, the man's instincts clearly resisted, so he had to find other methods.

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Next to Reficar's room was the torture chamber, where she was now. She was still handcuffed

to the rack. It turned out that there was a pulley system underneath the rack, which could be pushed directly to the interrogation room, avoiding any possible resistance after

the prisoner .

Besides bloodstained instruments of torture, the interrogation room contained an iron cage holding three women

. The cage was cramped, forcing them to huddle together. Two of them appeared to be

mother and daughter . All three were naked, caressing each other. This horrific atmosphere ironically fueled their

primal desires; the three women craved the embrace of fellow human beings. The bloodstains from their lost virginity were clearly visible on their intertwined bodies

; even the little girl had been deflowered. Their swollen vulvas and anuses

showed of cruel treatment.

"You!" Reficar shouted angrily, but they shoved 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, Reficar struggled, forcing the men to

add an iron ring around her neck.

The women in the cage looked at Reficar with sorrow, seemingly foreseeing her tragic end.

The men's aim was to torture them in front of Reficar, thereby breaking down her mental defenses. So,

without hesitation, they dragged them out of the iron cage. Wearing heavy shackles and handcuffs, they stumbled towards Reficar

. A 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 Reficar, they were still considered exceptionally beautiful.

The beauties were all bearing the horrific marks of torture, which severely diminished their charm. 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.

Soon, a massive black shadow appeared at the door. The little girl, already clinging 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 . He had a peculiar habit: any female prisoner he fancied was doomed to suffer

the torment of his exceptionally large penis. These men were well aware of his methods, but also understood that the psychological impact on women was

far greater than any other form of torture. However, their objective this time was to force themselves on Reficar, and his intervention was solely intended

to break her spirit. The substitutes were these three women he had previously raped.

Raficar was familiar with the three women: Mary and Ariel, mother and daughter, were from the village

and the only people she had spoken to on this terrifying journey; the other girl, Shirley,

had been tied up and left beside Raficar on the road for trying to sabotage the prison cart and causing a scene.

The burly executioner approached them, and the mere sight of him was enough to make their legs go weak. Little

Ariel was too frightened to even cry, hoping her mother would give her some courage. Even Mary herself was

terrified and could only cling to her, hoping for mutual support.

"Haven't these three already confessed?" the executioner asked, puzzled.

The leader whispered something in his ear. Raficar looked at Raficar and whispered something in the man's ear as well.

The man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately seemed to have succeeded. Satisfied, the executioner turned to the three

women who were now paralyzed with fear on the ground. A thick arm snatched Ariel from Mary's arms. Mary, the mother, grabbed

Ariel's leg, pleading for her daughter's life. The executioner dropped Ariel, drew his leather whip,

and mercilessly lashed them.

"If you don't confess, you're next," the man whispered, threatening Reficar. Reficar

only glared angrily, her emerald green eyes fixed on him, as if she wanted to kill

this scoundrel with her gaze.

"Mama! Mama!" Ariel, protected by Mary, saw her mother's suffering and tried desperately to shield

her from the lashes. Her delicate hands quickly became red and swollen, her fingers so swollen she could barely move.

Mary finally fainted from the cruel beating. The executioner stopped, pointing an arrow at Sherry.

Sherry saw the executioner looking in her direction and retreated in fear, but he expertly 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 body,

causing her to scream in agony. Raphika could even see bright red blood spurting from their point of connection.

"No! Ah... Ugh... Ah..." With the executioner's rough movements, Sherry's body

convulsed in pain, and her blood-tinged vaginal fluids splattered. During the previous torture, the executioner had secretly

administered extremely high doses of aphrodisiacs to the three women, thus creating their reputation as "Satan's whores."

Now, the latent effects of the aphrodisiac within Sherry's body were being triggered again, and a strange

sensation combining pain and lust rapidly spread through her body. Even she herself couldn't determine whether she wanted to continue like this.

The intense sensations numbed her brain, and now she could only continuously emit pitiful, lewd cries to vent

the raging fire of desire within her.

"No...no...I'll die..." Sherry's head, which had been tilted back, now hung limply.

Suspended and subjected to nearly a thousand thrusts from that massive rod, 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 a picture of dazed indifference, streaked with tears and saliva. The aphrodisiac's effects left her utterly defenseless against desire, only able to

continuously relentlessly 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, unable to restrain themselves any longer, disregarded Sherry's recent ordeal, unchained her,

dragged the unconscious woman aside, and gang-raped 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, who was beneath her, was

crying and stroking the bruises on her hands. The executioner pulled Ariel out from under Mary and seemed to intentionally bring her

in front of Raficar. Without hesitation, he thrust his huge penis, which had just ejaculated inside Sherry, into Ariel's

still .

"Ah!!!" Ariel's reaction was even stronger than Sherry's. After all, Ariel was seven or eight years younger than Sherry, her

small breasts were just beginning to develop, and her tender vulva only had a few sparse pubic hairs. From

the outside, her vulva could only be seen as a narrow slit. She had fainted several times from the pain when the executioner deflowered her,

and in the end, they switched to Mary because they couldn't wake her up. Although she had already been deflowered once, her immature

vulva 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 still couldn't eliminate the intense pain. Reficar, whose skin was pressed against Ariel's,

could clearly feel Ariel's body convulsing painfully with the executioner's movements

.

"Mama...Mama..." Ariel murmured repeatedly, seemingly awakening

Mary

. Seeing her beloved daughter being treated this way, Mary lunged forward, pleading,

"No! No! She's just a child!! Let her go!" Mary begged, but the executioner kicked

her away.

"Whoever wants her can have her!" the executioner said to the man watching from the chair.

To prevent her from interfering with the torture and to give Raphica time to adjust to the atmosphere, the men

hastily pulled away the crying Mary and handcuffed her to the iron rings scattered throughout the torture chamber. One

man, unable to contain himself, immediately pressed down on her, frantically kneading her large, full breasts, causing the soft flesh

to change shape violently. A small amount of white milk was even squeezed from her swollen nipples.

Mary shook her head in pain, her blonde hair, identical to Ariel's, flying in the air, shimmering with a bewitching

light in the flickering firelight.

"Mom!" "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

what the women being penetrated felt; they only wanted to use their naturally beautiful bodies to vent their primal desires.

On the other side, the man ravaging Sherry found it very 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 inside her was about to give up on her and go find Mary, he touched a long iron nail on the ground

. This nail was nearly a foot long and was the nail from the Nuremberg Virgin torture device (Note 1). It was probably left on the ground when he tortured the prisoner

. On a whim, he picked up the nail and stabbed it into her nipple.

"Ah!!" The pain of her sensitive nipple being pierced by an iron nail woke Sherry from her unconsciousness. Before

she could even understand what was happening, her other nipple was also pierced by an iron nail, and the two nipples were

connected by a long iron nail. Sherry screamed in agony, and the entire stone chamber was filled with the miserable wails of the three women and the heavy breathing

of the man , but there also seemed to be a faint flapping sound of wings, but no one noticed it.

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