Fear Edge Witch Chapter

Gray took a longsword and plunged it viciously into the abdomen of the naked girl, who was nailed to a wooden stick. The girl's delicate body and the thick wooden stick were pierced through by the sharp blade as easily as tofu. As blood gushed out, her shrill screams echoed throughout the square of Bloom City.
The crowd watching the execution erupted in their usual frenzied clamor.
"Cut her to pieces!!"
"Kill her!! Kill her!!"
"Burn this bitch alive!!"
The poor girl opened her bloodshot eyes wide, staring at the hideous crowd. In an instant, the sword was withdrawn from her body, and her large and small intestines spilled out of the huge wound, causing her to scream in extreme pain. Her whole body trembled violently, and golden urine immediately gushed from her lower body.
Gray, standing before her, swiftly severed her two well-developed, delicate breasts, followed by her two long legs, which fell cleanly to the straw mat beneath her.
The girl breathed her last as Gray plunged his sword into her vagina, taking her life with him.
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Gray lit a fire with satisfaction. The girl's mangled body was instantly engulfed in flames. Gray stood before the crowd, raising his blood-stained sword, his expression one of extreme wickedness as he roared. The crowd, moved by the brutal scene of the murder, echoed his beastly cries.
"Thank you, Lord Gray! Thank you, Lord Gray, for ridding us of the witch!!"
The crowd shouted wildly, their emotions rising with the leaping flames.
Gray stood on the execution platform, watching the magnificent sight of the crowd kneeling and worshipping him. The flames engulfing the girl behind him, though intense, paled in comparison to the wickedness in his heart.
Gray Springhall, thirty-six years old, tall and imposing, unassuming in appearance, was a renowned witch hunter and a confidant of the political and religious power center.
He was a ruthless and cunning man. On the surface, he claimed to be a vigilante, capturing and torturing witches, but in reality, he also ruthlessly harmed ordinary women. He frequently abducted women, and the girls he captured were either tortured to death or, like the girls he had just slaughtered, taken back to the city, falsely accused of being witches, and then personally executed. He had caused the deaths of many innocent women and was a truly wicked and utterly evil man.
"Lord Gray, thank you for your hard work."
A young man standing to the side approached and bowed to Gray, who handed him his sword.
"Have the people from the southern village of Meller moved here?"
Gray asked coldly, wiping the blood from his hands with the cotton cloth the young man had given him.
"Not yet. Those villagers are very stubborn and refuse to abandon their village and move to the city... and... Lord Zonas has also begun to question him..."
the young man replied with a slightly fearful expression.
Gray frowned, tossing the blood-stained cloth behind him.
"Go report to Zonas. I'll take action. Tell him to rest assured and continue to entrust the matter to me..."
Gray finished speaking, not even glancing at the young man, and left Xingtai.
At that time, what the power center needed most was to gain the trust of the people and bring large numbers of people into the vast city of Bloom, using various means to oppress them and extract tribute and taxes.
Gray was the vanguard, using many despicable and dirty methods to create panic in scattered villages, forcing the villagers to move into Bloom. In just two years, he successfully coaxed and tricked the people of more than ten villages into moving into Bloom, quickly gaining the trust and favor of the power center.
The crowd in the square gradually dispersed, leaving only the charred corpses that emitted a foul stench.
Gray returned to his residence, a gloomy mansion. He slammed the door shut, stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular, veiny body and his already erect penis, and entered his room.
In the center of the room, which reeked of a strong, pungent stench, stood a wooden execution platform shaped like the Chinese character "土" (earth). On the platform, a naked girl was bound.
"Ugh...ugh..."
The girl was about twenty years old. Her hands were tied behind her back, her neck was pressed tightly against the wooden frame behind her head, and she was bound tightly with three thick iron chains. Her legs were spread wide apart in a straight line, her entire body restrained on the wooden frame.
Her delicate, pink body, bound by chains, had been whipped raw, her joints shattered by heavy blows, her entire body brutally mutilated, almost devoid of any intact skin. Her once beautiful, full breasts were riddled with steel needles, the nipples gone, replaced by two blurry rings of flesh.
The girl's wide eyes were lifeless, clouded with a deathly gray.
Her mouth was a bloody, indistinct hole; her two rows of teeth had been ripped out by Gray, and her jaw was clearly shattered. From her mouth came broken, weak howls, sounding utterly miserable and shrill.
"My little bitch… do you miss my cock?!"
Gray's hideous features contorted as he approached her, forcefully plunging his ugly, black cock into her vagina. The
poor girl, clearly having been raped and cruelly tortured for some time, showed no reaction to Gray's forceful penetration.
Gray, feeling increasingly dissatisfied, punched her in the stomach, finally eliciting a painful groan.
"A broken slut is useless..."
Gray muttered to himself, continuing to thrust his hips wildly into the girl's already loose vagina.
After a few more thrusts, feeling unsatisfied, Gray angrily pulled his penis out and furiously whipped her bloodied body.
"Ughhhhh!!!..."
"Bitch! You're making me so uncomfortable!!"
He concentrated his firepower, relentlessly striking the girl's wide-open labia with the whip, causing the girl to tremble in agony, her teeth ripped out, emitting pig-like screams.
Until the girl's lower body was a bloody mess, she was almost dying. She desperately wanted to die quickly to end this cruel fate, but the evil Gray grabbed her head, casting a mind-control spell to keep her fully conscious, allowing him to continue his torture.
"Hehe...bear with it...I'm going to slowly send you to hell..."
Gray took out a short knife and slowly stabbed it into the girl's groin...
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Blake carried a man's head to a large stream and threw it into the water.
Countless unfortunate witch hunters had already died at Blake's hands.
She lifted her chest, took a deep breath, and stared blankly at the rushing stream for a long time.
"Sister...please don't do this anymore..."
A beautiful woman walked up behind Blake.
"Don't worry about me..."
Blake didn't even look at the girl behind her, squatted down, and washed the blood off her hands in the water.
"I know you want revenge for Lindsay, but you're too reckless. You ran into Wright Village to kill people; what will you do if you run into that man?"
It was this girl who forcibly took Blake away after his rampage through the village.
The girl's name was Ruma, only 17 years old, a B-rank witch. She was a beautiful, tall, and graceful young woman with a healthy tan, long, silky black hair reaching her waist. Her features were delicate and sweet on her oval face, free of makeup, with captivating deep blue eyes, a high, straight nose, and small yet full lips. A wild, sunny air emanated from her brows; her beautiful face alone was enough to make any man swoon.
Her sexy, curvaceous figure (33E2332) was even more stunning, not inferior to the great beauty Blake was.
"You mean Luke from Wright Village? Heh... I heard he's as tall as a god, more handsome than any man..."
Blake straightened his slender waist, turned to look at Luma, and the complex expression on his face, filled with hatred and lust, made Luma gasp.
"You can't go and kill yourself! Luke is not someone you can mess with!"
Luma quickly ran forward and grabbed Blake's shoulders, looking up at her tall and sexy senior, and said anxiously.
"Little sister... I don't think I can't beat a mere human if I fight hard. Besides... I have a feeling he's furious right now, and he should find me soon."
Blake's decision to go to his death made Luma extremely worried. She rushed forward and hugged Blake tightly, burying her face in Blake's breasts, which were even fuller than hers.
"Sister... don't be like this..."
Blake stroked Luma's soft hair.
"Little sister... do you know? Lindsay is so naive and incompetent. She can't protect herself. She's a very low-level witch. She's never even harmed an animal, let alone killed anyone... A stupid girl like her shouldn't have to go through such a cruel ordeal..."
Ruma looked up at her, unsure of what to say to comfort Black.
"I know..."
Ruma remembered that night when a sudden downpour started without warning. She quickly searched for shelter and found a small cave, which she ran inside to escape the rain.
She saw Lindsay curled up asleep in a corner of the cave. Seeing that Lindsay was a witch like herself, and an extremely beautiful girl at that, she was stunned for a long time, forgetting her own body, which was getting cold from the rain.
Lindsay woke up from her sleep. Ruma's appearance didn't frighten her; instead, Lindsay just stared at her blankly for a moment before quickly getting up. Looking at the torrential rain outside the cave, then at Ruma, who was soaked to the bone, Lindsay immediately handed her the tattered cloth she had been using to cover herself.
"Miss! You're soaked! Here, quickly warm yourself up!"
Ruma was taken aback by Lindsay's rapid lowering of her guard and immediate display of warmth towards a stranger.
Although Lindsay was a witch, her heart was as kind as her angelic beauty.
"Thank you... How should I address you, sister?"
"Just call me Lindsay, and you?"
"I'm Ruma, it's nice to meet you, Lindsay."
It was a long, raging storm. Ruma used magic to light a fire in the cave to keep warm. Lindsay clapped and cheered with delight. Ruma was somewhat amused, only later learning that this girl, two years her senior and dazzlingly beautiful, was actually a very low-level witch. She didn't even know basic black magic like creating a fire out of thin air.
"I never imagined we'd both grown up in this forest and never met..."
Ruma took off her wet clothes, revealing her healthy, fiery body and her large, pink breasts. At only 148cm tall, she possessed 33E breasts, a 23-inch waist, and a 33-inch round, full bottom. Combined with her precocious and beautiful features, it was hard to believe this incredibly sexy girl was only 17 years old.
Only her petite stature could match her age.
"Yes, this forest is vast. I've been wandering here for nineteen years, and I dare say I only know a third of it... Wow... Ruma... you're so beautiful... your breasts are so big..."
Lindsay was also stunned and sincerely praised her. Ruma
proudly put her hands on her hips, while also staring at Lindsay's breasts, and playfully walked forward and cupped Lindsay's full breasts in her hands.
"Sister, yours aren't bad either... Wow, yours seem even bigger... Hehe!"
Lindsay blushed instead, and seeing this, Ruma playfully hugged her tightly, burying her face deep between her breasts.
"Ah... yours are bigger..."
Lindsay felt ticklish and tingly from Ruma's touch, and let out bursts of refreshing laughter.
The two beauties nestled around the campfire and began to chat, keeping each other warm, until dawn and the rain stopped, and then Ruma said goodbye to Lindsay.
"Sister, would you like to come with me to Villa Vera?"
"Villa Vera? Isn't that Sister Sophie's domain?"
Lindsay was quite curious, because Villa Vera was a little-known witch village that ordinary people couldn't enter. It was shrouded in an exceptionally powerful magic circle, a very mysterious demonic realm ruled by Sophie Arabella, a high-ranking witch whose lifespan was rumored to be unknown.
Blake had mentioned it to her before, but only witches of B rank or higher could bypass the magic circle's obstructing spells to enter this dreamlike realm.
"Yeah, you haven't been there? Oh..."
Ruma asked curiously, but she immediately stopped, because she forgot that Lindsay's rank was too low to see or enter this witch's sanctuary.
"Hmm... it's alright, be careful, we'll contact you again."
Lindsay nodded understandingly. Ruma felt a pang of sadness, but there was nothing she could do for her.
"Goodbye, Ruma!"
"Mm!"
Ruma waved goodbye, her figure quickly disappearing into the jungle.
She didn't know that Lindsay had been kidnapped by Luke from Wright Village that very night.
Ruma had lost a comrade and didn't want Blake to suffer any misfortune, but she knew she couldn't persuade him, and she hated her own cowardice, never daring to do anything for her fallen comrades like Ruma had.
Many witches had similar experiences: their companions were slaughtered by witch hunters, while they survived—an experience that caused them unbearable pain.
But the number of witch hunters roaming this world was so great that they were often outnumbered and forced to flee from their predators, living in difficult, dark corners, seemingly unable to see the sunlight.
"Little sister, don't worry, they will pay the price..."
Ruma sighed softly as she watched Blake leave.
Lindsay
huddled in the corner of the cage, gently chewing on the fragrant piece of roasted meat in her hand, while anxiously watching Luke outside.
Luke crouched on the ground, a finger lightly tapping the floor, intently watching the magic circle he had conjured.
The magic circle displayed an aerial view of the forest, and he kept switching between the views, searching for something.
Lindsay didn't know what Luke was doing; she was terrified. She recognized the magic circle as a high-level form of dark magic, and she couldn't understand how a witch hunter could so easily use this witch-specific dark magic.
The silence was unbearable for Lindsay; she dared not even breathe, fearing that any move she made would anger the man and bring disaster upon herself.
After a long while, Luke finally removed the magic circle. He stood up and coldly stared at Lindsay in the cage.
Lindsay, like a frightened rabbit, dropped the roasted meat she was holding, cowering fearfully in the corner.
"Hmph, your bitch friend really knows how to hide. You better hold on tight, I'll catch her and torture her to death right in front of you..."
These harsh words terrified Lindsay, and she began to sob again.
She roughly knew that the witch Luke was referring to was Sister Black. If he caught Black, she would have to watch helplessly as her fellow human being was tortured to death.
Lindsay could no longer endure this agonizing, inhuman suffering. She immediately broke down, wailing and sobbing.
"Ughhhhhh!!! No!! Don't do this, waaaaaah!..."
"Shut up!!"
Luke impatiently entered the cage, grabbed Lindsay by the neck, and lifted her up.
"Ughhhhhhh!!!"
Lindsay was in excruciating pain from the choking, struggling and attacking Luke with all her might. Her fists and legs rained down on him, but to Luke, the little girl's attacks were like mosquito bites, completely ineffective. With
a thud, Luke slammed Lindsay to the ground. She crashed headfirst into the ground, seeing stars, clutching her swollen neck in pain, and weakly reaching out to grab a handful of dry grass before bursting into tears.
Luke slammed down on Lindsay, his hands squeezing her ample, white breasts, nearly crushing her delicate body.
"Waaaaah!!!..."
"I'm not killing you now because you can still give me some pleasure! You'd better be sensible and use your body to give me pleasure, then you won't have to go to hell so soon, understand?!"
Lindsay cried and screamed, desperately trying to break free from Luke's hold. Her naked, sexy body aroused Luke, who grabbed a bundle of rope and quickly bound Lindsay's hands behind her back. Lindsay
let out a piercing cry; her limbs, which had only recently regained their freedom, were about to be restrained again. Needless to say, she would be endlessly raped by Luke once more.
Luke reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender, almost bent waist, lifting her up and tossing her entire body into his embrace. Her long, beautiful, silver-gray hair slapped against his face as she swayed.
"No!! Waaaaah!! I don't want to!!!... "
Lindsay immediately felt that familiar touch on her buttocks—it was that hard, huge male organ, pressed tightly against her cleft. Heartbroken, she turned her head and cried out to Luke, drool uncontrollably dripping from the corners of her mouth.
Luke looked at the beautiful woman's expression of refusal to engage in intercourse, her extreme resentment and sadness, and felt a surge of frustration. He freed his arms and tightly embraced her sexy body. Lindsay's slender waist was completely covered by his thick arms, and her two enormous, fragrant, soft breasts, like two ripe cantaloupes, rested on the man's bulging veins.
"Waaaaah..."
Luke said nothing, burying his face in her full, flowing hair, his arms tightening around her delicate body, making Lindsay a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but gasp, though she had stopped crying out of fear, many tears still welled up in her beautiful eyes. She was at a loss for what to do because of Luke's actions.
Lindsay had her back to him, feeling extremely uneasy. She didn't know why Luke was hugging and holding her so gently, so unusually. She could clearly feel Luke's heartbeat against her back, so strong, so loud, shaking every nerve in her body.
"No... Waaaaah... Please..."
Lindsay sobbed softly, trembling with fear.
"Isn't that better?"
Luke held Lindsay for a long, long time. He felt that this little life was extremely fragile, and if he were to be even slightly ruthless, he could easily kill it.
He flipped Lindsay over, trapping her on his cross-legged lap, and without a word, pressed his lips forcefully against her pink, cherry-like lips.
Lindsay was filled with both shame and hatred. She hated this man, relentlessly taking her body, relentlessly ravaging her girlish heart. Helpless against Luke's violent, venomous tongue, she could only close her eyes, tears streaming down her face, letting him violate her lips.
"Pfft!! Waaaaah…"
Luke suddenly released her, tossing her onto the straw mat, and stormed off angrily.
Lindsay was terrified and bewildered. She couldn't see Luke's expression because he had already quickly left the room.
Lying on the straw mat, her eyes glazed over, her mouth slightly open, she realized that her mouth was full of Luke's saliva and taste.
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"Didn't I say? We won't move into Bronn City!"
Sylvia puffed out her chest, looking up at Gray with a cold and slightly angry expression.
"Miss Sawyer, our Church is also thinking of everyone in Meller Village. Recently, many witches have been showing their evil...
Miss Sawyer, have you forgotten the two innocent children in your village who were kidnapped and killed by witches?"
Gray stared at the young and beautiful village chief of Meller Village and said coldly.
"Don't bring that up. It was an unavoidable tragedy. Don't think we don't know that your Church wants us to move into Bronn City just to squeeze our taxes and blood!"
Sylvia stepped forward and approached Gray, her full and high breasts almost touching him.
"Besides! We have witch hunters in Meller Village, and we have a close relationship with Wright Village. We are capable of protecting ourselves and don't need the so-called protection of the Church. Everyone, don't you agree?"
She stared intently at Gray and said loudly.
"Yes!! That's right!! Everyone from the Vatican, get out!!"
"Stop talking nonsense! We won't abandon the village!!"
"Get out!!"
Hundreds of villagers surrounding the two in the small square of Meller Village shouted in unison.
Among them were some tall, burly men, all witch hunters from Meller Village, rubbing their hands together, ready to attack Gray at Sylvia's command.
Gray just smiled at her, though he was extremely angry inside. He didn't care about the villagers; he was only looking at the tough-looking village chief in front of him, whose attitude had already stirred up murderous intent in him.
"Wright Village? Heh, isn't that funny? Don't you know that Wright Village was recently abused by witches? They were barely able to protect themselves, and you still want their help? Aren't you... a little arrogant?"
Although Gray spoke calmly, his tone was full of veiled hostility, and everyone glared at him angrily.
"You should know who Luke is, right? I wouldn't call myself arrogant, but I have some dealings with him. That's all, Mr. Gray. Your concern... well, it's a bit unnecessary!"
Sylvia said fiercely.
"Very well, since you refuse the Church's offer, then... I won't force you. Miss Sawyer, you're a smart and capable village chief... I believe in you. You can definitely protect this village. Hehe, I'll take my leave..."
Gray revealed a wicked smile, glancing sideways at the young female village chief's ample breasts, and then left without looking back.
"Hmph... shameless scoundrel..."
Sylvia knew, of course, that Gray was eyeing her body, but she didn't take him seriously. She crossed her arms over her chest, let out a muffled groan, and the villagers gathered around, praising her bravery.
"Miss Sawyer! We must thank you! Without your insistence, we wouldn't have been able to fight against those bastards from the Vatican!"
"Hmm! Don't worry, everyone!"
Sylvia then flashed a confident and radiant smile, skipping and hopping over to three of the tall, burly men. She patted one of them on the chest and exclaimed loudly,
"We have brave hunters protecting us! Don't you all agree?"
The man whose chest Sylvia patted blushed instantly, and the men standing beside him dared not breathe too loudly, because this beautiful woman was far too close to them.
This 26-year-old Sylvia Sawyer was a beauty that would make any man's heart flutter. She was tall and slender, with short, coffee-colored hair, delicate and beautiful features on her oval face, a pair of large, bright eyes with clear black and white, a high, straight nose, and sexy, full red lips. Every expression she wore was captivating.
She also possessed a breathtakingly sexy figure: 170cm tall, with a 24-inch slender waist supporting a pair of incredibly enviable 35-inch E-cup breasts, and a 34-inch round, full bottom. Her curvaceous and fiery body was as exquisitely sculpted as her face, equally alluring and captivating. If she were to turn her head, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to
say she could topple kingdoms. Sylvia was the only daughter of the village chief of Meler Village. After her father's death, she took over the position. Despite being a woman, Sylvia was a remarkably strong girl. Her ability to command respect stemmed not only from her exceptional leadership skills and her firm and decisive attitude towards evil forces, but also from her exceptional archery skills; almost every arrow she shot hit its mark.
"Miss Sawyer… is this alright? Besides, what about Mina's two children…?"
one of the older men said uneasily, looking at Sylvia.
Sylvia frowned.
Two weeks ago, the eight-year-old and six-year-old boys from the family of Mina in the village of Meler suddenly disappeared. Their bodies were later found dumped not far from the forest. The boys' deaths were gruesome; their throats had been slit, and their hearts had been ripped out. When the children were found, there was a bloody hole in their chests, their hearts missing.
The children's single mother, Mina, unable to accept this tragedy, hanged herself in her house.
This incident terrified the villagers of Meler. Most believed it was the work of a witch, as it was widely known that children's hearts were coveted by witches and used to concoct terrible black magic. After this incident, many people became even more vigilant with their children, forbidding them from going out at night.
Coupled with the fact that the infamous village of Wright had been massacred by a witch at the same time, the villagers' anger was futile; they could only live in fear and remain obedient.
"Don't worry, everyone. I'll go to Wright Village to find out what's going on. I'll select a few brave men here to strengthen patrols in the village. I also urge everyone, adults and children alike, not to leave the village after nightfall,"
Sylvia reassured the group.
"Miss Sawyer, be careful. That Gray from the Church just now... he doesn't seem like he'll let us off so easily. Do you need us to accompany you to Wright Village?"
one of the witch hunters asked.
Sylvia smiled and walked towards the witch hunter leader from Meller Village named Taston, bowing slightly.
"Then I'll have to trouble two of you to come with me."
The hunters immediately straightened their backs and stood at attention, loudly responding to her request.
"No problem, protecting Miss Sawyer is our duty!"
Sylvia nodded with a satisfied expression. After dispersing the villagers, she walked away.
"Miss Sawyer is quite the tough woman! How long has she been village chief? Only a year, I suppose? I never imagined her spirit would be stronger than any of us men's!"
Teston sneered at the hunter who had only been in Meller Village for less than a month .
"You're new here, there are many things you don't know. Miss Sawyer is a very capable woman..."
He glanced at the other five witch hunters, who, like him, had grown up in the village.
"We've practically grown up alongside her in this village. She's braver than her deceased husband. She's so young, yet already so intelligent and capable."
They all nodded in agreement, feeling proud to have grown up in this village alongside this beautiful, elegant, and intelligent woman.
"Oh, I see. But Miss Sawyer is... so incredibly beautiful! I don't see her often, I'm really lucky today to have such a feast for the eyes,"
the hunter said sincerely.
Teston and the others fell silent, and two men of similar age to Sylvia blushed.
"Speaking of which, Boss Teston, don't blame me for being curious, but Miss Sawyer… does she have a lover?"
the hunter asked, a hint of shyness mixed with lewdness
in his eyes. Indeed, no man who had seen this strikingly beautiful and unique woman could forget her.
"You should know Luke from Wright Village…"
Teston replied.
"Oh…"
The hunter said nothing more.
Sylvia had met Luke a year ago when she went to Wright Village to prepare for her father's death and to take over as village chief, intending to personally establish a good relationship with him.
It wasn't her first time visiting Wright Village, but she had never met the infamous, feared witch hunter Luke Eiswater before. However, she had encountered him on her last visit.
Sylvia was instantly captivated by this extraordinary, handsome, and tall witch hunter. She asked herself, in her twenty-six years of life, she had never encountered such a perfect, handsome, and charismatic man.
During her visit to Wright Village, on the last day before she left, she had sex with Luke.
She would never forget Luke's powerful sexual prowess, which seemed capable of conquering almost any woman.
"Miss Sawyer…you are so beautiful…"
As night fell, the two hid in the forest surrounded by the chirping of cicadas. She stripped naked and stood before Luke.
Normally quite confident and always on high alert, Sylvia possessed the common trait of strong women: a proactive desire to conquer men, to varying degrees.
However, her naked body trembled slightly, because the look in Luke's eyes was something she had never seen before.
"Are you sure you want it? Then I won't hold back... I'll take good care of you..."
Luke slowly stepped forward, and her snow-white body trembled even more violently. Her head went numb, and her thoughts immediately froze.
Luke's extremely captivating gaze, fixed on her like a ferocious beast looking down at its prey who could no longer escape its clutches, even carrying a strong sense of malice, left her completely at a loss.
The moment Luke's hands wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms, Sylvia knew she had underestimated this man.
That night's passionate sex, the explosive sexual pleasure, made her completely lose control of her nerves. As that incredibly strong penis was buried deep inside her and slowly thrusting, she experienced unparalleled carnal pleasure, climaxing repeatedly.
Her beautiful features contorted into a wanton, wanton expression as she tightly gripped Luke's thick, tree-trunk-like arms. Under Luke's relentless assault, she was repeatedly plunged into the abyss of lust. Even in the simple missionary position, Luke's frenzied penetration had brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
As his penis withdrew from her convulsing vulva, spurts of hot, viscous semen sprayed onto her face. Sylvia was already lost in exquisite pleasure, her entire body trembling with unbridled joy, like a butterfly emerging from its larvae.
But Luke didn't let her rest for a moment. He lifted her up again, kissing every inch of her upper body, and began their second act of intercourse.
A snow-white, sexy body with large breasts and a slender waist was being ravaged by the man. Her fair skin was rubbed until it turned blood red. Her beautiful breasts were being kneaded into different shapes by Luke. Her tight, wet vulva contracted and spasmed repeatedly as the thick penis thrust in and out, gushing out lustful fluids that soaked their lower bodies.
She didn't know how she survived that day. She was so overwhelmed by pleasure that her slender waist felt like it was about to break in two. She was in a semi-conscious state, completely powerless. In the end, Luke helped her dry off with a damp cloth, dressed her, and helped her back to her room.
Sylvia was extremely ashamed, because it was the first time she had been so disheveled by sex.
The next day, when she left Wright Village, Luke did not come to see her off. He only left her a note.
[Darling, I have something to attend to and cannot see you off. I will come to see you when I have the chance. Don't forget me, Luke.]
Her hands, holding the note, trembled violently.
How she longed to see Luke again! How she longed to be his woman forever! The dormant desire within her had exploded without end.
Having experienced that passionate encounter, Sylvia thought that if she could spend another night with Luke, even if tomorrow were the end of the world, she would die without regret.
Sylvia opened the drawer, picked up the note with Luke's handwriting, and collapsed onto the bed . Thinking that she would soon meet the man she admired, she couldn't help but moan softly, unable to sleep all night .
********** ... "Since you can't leave anyway, why don't you tell me... where your bitch companions usually hide? If you do, I'll let you die a quick death, how about it?" Luke sat cross-legged in front of her, one hand supporting his chin, and said lewdly. "No... I don't want to... you're going to kill my companions... I'd rather die... than tell... you..." Lindsay told herself that she absolutely could not succumb to the man's lewdness and expose her companions' whereabouts. She used the last bit of courage she had left to resist the man's intimidation and looked at Luke angrily. "What's your name?" The sudden question caught Lindsay off guard. "I'll ask you one more time! What's your name?" Luke said coldly, his tone becoming increasingly fierce. "...Lindsay... Pella..." "Lindsay... a very nice name..." Luke stood up, waving his huge and terrifying cock between his legs, looking at her with icy eyes. "Lindsay... I admire your courage in protecting your companion, so I'll transfer her crimes to you. You'll die in her place, okay?" Lindsay deeply felt his terrifying killing intent. Hearing these words, her petite body trembled violently, her slender waist twisted sharply, her large breasts swayed, and a little milk spilled out. She opened her small mouth but couldn't speak, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes and streamed down her face. "Then I'll cut off your limbs, turn you into a human stick, and continue raping you..." Luke said as he circled around her, channeling his energy, and a huge axe appeared in his hand. "Until I get tired of playing with you... I'll peel off your uterus, cut off your breasts... This is just a rough outline... Perhaps I'll be even more cruel, using the most vicious methods to torture and kill you..." Lindsay's face paled at the sound, and she screamed, lunging forward towards the cage door, forgetting that her legs were bound. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Luke lunged forward, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her beneath him, turning her slender body face up. Her full, snow-white breasts billowed like waves. He grabbed a clump of her hair and roared, "Shameless bitch! Weren't you going to take the blame for your companion? Why are you scared now?!" Luke didn't really want to torture and kill her like this; he was just venting his anger on her to break Lindsay's mind, make her submit, and reveal Blake's whereabouts. Lindsay's hysterical screams enraged Luke. He growled, crouched down, and pressed his hands against her tear-streaked face. Without a word, he lunged forward and began to bite her lips. "Ugh!!!" Luke held her tightly, his grip tightening so much it felt like he was crushing Lindsay's delicate body. He kissed her for a long time before finally releasing her lips, which he had bitten fiercely. "No woman has ever dared to defy me, and you won't be an exception..." Forehead to forehead, Luke grinned maliciously. "I hate you... I hate you so much!!!" Lindsay glared at Luke through gritted teeth, screaming like a madwoman. Luke looked at her, feeling a surge of satisfaction, and gently kissed the tip of her nose. "It's understandable that you hate me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being a witch..." Luke pressed her down, and with Lindsay's desperate screams, his enormous, demonic hands began to ravage her snow-white breasts. "Come on! It's been so long since I've made love to you!" Lindsay couldn't cry anymore. She looked at the man frantically raping her, her heart aching as he cruelly kneaded her breasts. She sighed repeatedly, but the intense pleasure overwhelmed her reason. With the man's thrusts, she couldn't help but moan and cry out in pleasure as she reached another climax. She hated Luke for the forced physical stimulation and pleasure he gave her, and she hated herself for losing her willpower because she couldn't resist this wonderful stimulation.

"Ugh!!! Hmm!!! Hmm!!!... Hmm..."
She tightly closed her lips, trying to control herself from moaning and groaning, suppressing her desires to prove that she wouldn't be easily swayed by lust. She didn't want to become Luke's sex slave.
Luke saw her biting her lower lip, her brows furrowed, and looking at him with deep resentment. He knew what she was thinking, so he gripped her breasts even tighter, lifted his hips, and pressed down heavily between her legs, forcefully thrusting his thick penis into her vagina. The large penis forcibly opened her most sensitive opening, and the huge glans once again forced open her cervix, deeply and brutally penetrating her uterus.
This thrust shattered Lindsay's last shred of reason. The exhilarating pleasure of sex quickly overwhelmed every nerve in her body, and she immediately opened her bright red mouth, letting out a loud, wanton cry. Her flushed body arched and fell as she was wildly fucked, her sweet moans growing louder and more rapid with each thrust from Luke.
"No!! Ahhhhhh!!!! I...I can't take it anymore!!!!"
Lindsay collapsed, her vagina beginning to spasm. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't see anything, because the violent carnal stimulation had made her lose consciousness and her sense of surroundings. She could only follow the man's lead, swimming in a sea of lust that was extremely potent.
Luke gently bit the tip of her nose, then kissed her beautiful features, determined to imprint this stunningly beautiful expression of her climax deep into his mind.
Luke thoroughly enjoyed seeing her like this, completely worn out by his ministrations. Lindsay's expression during each climax was incredibly cute and captivating; he'd almost involuntarily ejaculate himself. Other men certainly couldn't withstand such intense pleasure.
"Hehe...look at you...aren't you enjoying it?"
Luke continued his slow thrusts, his hands cupping her face, a wicked expression on his face.
"No...you...I hate...you...ahhh...I...I...ah...wait...ah...um...
no..."
Lindsay gasped for breath, her fragrant breaths spraying onto Luke's handsome face.
"..."
Luke suddenly fell silent. He simply gripped Lindsay's slender waist, lifting her up, his penis still inside her, and began to French kiss her tightly.
For Lindsay, this passionate yet tender act from Luke was the most lethal attack.
**********
...

Needless to say, the poor girl had been brutally tortured by Gray. Her newly developed breasts were whipped raw and mangled, her once beautiful white breasts now a bloody mess. "
Hehehehe..."
Gray grabbed an iron rod covered in barbs and approached the girl. "Sylvia !!!
I'm going to kill you!!!!" he roared madly, swinging the iron rod and forcefully lashing it against the girl's already horribly mutilated breasts ! "Aaaaaaaahh ... "Sylvia...hehe...I've got your tits too! Hahahaha!!!!" A devilish, vicious laugh echoed throughout the torture chamber. Sylvia, accompanied by two witch hunters, left Meller Village for Wright Village. Meller Village was only three kilometers from Wright Village, yet she would never reach her destination. [The End]

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