Devil's Castle

Hearing her daughter's joyful shouts, Nancy mustered her spirits, moved closer to her daughter, and
looked out . In the distance, vast plains stretched out, covered in crops, the land divided by field paths into green
strips. A light mountain breeze drifted past the window from time to time, and several large, unidentified birds circled and danced in the air, tracing
beautiful arcs.

The carriage sped along the mountain road. The days of travel had left Nancy's stomach churning, but
the cold mountain wind rushing in through the window invigorated her, and she inhaled deeply the fresh air.

Her discomfort temporarily subsided, and looking at her daughter's excited face, Nancy couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If it weren't for her deceased husband's gambling addiction that squandered their entire fortune, she and her daughter wouldn't be
suffering so much, at least not now, on the verge of becoming someone else's servants. Although her daughter was quite capable and a
good cook, a cook is still a servant, and the thought of their uncertain fate made her and her daughter anything but
happy.

Strangely enough, after deciding on a cook, the other party immediately gave her five hundred silver coins. This
action didn't seem like they were looking for a cook; it was more like buying and selling livestock. It was precisely because of this that she felt
something was amiss and offered to go with her daughter, even if it meant being servants. She expected
the other party to refuse outright, but it was readily granted, and the man's expression even seemed
somewhat mocking.

However, the other party's extravagance was truly astonishing. Not only did they buy her and her daughter fine clothes for free,
but they also hired the most luxurious carriage in all of Paris for the journey. Furthermore, the food along the way was exquisite
and delicious , displaying the master's immense wealth.

"Mommy, there's a little bird over there, golden one, so cute..."

Nancy's train of thought was interrupted. She glanced at the monkey in the direction her daughter was pointing, then
said, "Ruth, don't just look outside. When you see... um... your master,
be careful. Don't leave a bad impression. We'll be relying on him for our livelihood."

When she said "master," Nancy suddenly felt her throat become unusually dry, so she paused before
uttering the word. After all, that was how others used to address her, but now... sigh... life really
is full of irony...

"Okay, Mommy." A faint sadness flashed across Ruth's young face, which, in Nancy's eyes,
brought a surge of indescribable bitterness.

For the next while, the mother and daughter were lost in their own thoughts, not speaking. The air in the carriage seemed to
stagnate , almost suffocating them.

Finally, the deathly silence was broken by a shout from outside: "Get down, we're here!"

Ruth, being a child at heart, eagerly climbed out of the car as soon as she heard they had arrived. Nancy, seeing
this, could only shake her head, tidy her slightly disheveled hair, and then get out of the car.

The biting wind howled in their ears. The mother and daughter surveyed their surroundings, their eyes finally meeting,
both seeing a strange fear in each other's eyes.

This was the summit of a cliff, with only a winding mountain path leading down. A
precarious wooden rope bridge connected to a solitary peak opposite, which seemed to rise abruptly from the ground. Its steep cliffs
were smooth as a mirror, barren of any vegetation, while its summit appeared as if cleaved clean by a god's axe, upon which stood a majestic
castle . Before the castle lay nothing but a few massive rocks, its vermilion gates like the gaping maw of a demon,
waiting for lambs to be slaughtered.

"Have you seen enough? If so, let's go!"

a man shrouded in a black cloak urged, stepping onto the rope bridge first and
heading towards the castle.

Two cold, delicate hands had somehow become tightly clasped together. Nancy suppressed her unease, and mother
and daughter, supporting each other, walked up the rope bridge swaying in the mountain wind.

Although the desire to turn and run away was so strong, what would happen if she went back? Would she continue to live a life of
wandering ? A bitter smile appeared on Nancy's face. Although the future was uncertain, at least she wouldn't have to beg for a living anymore
. If heaven really wanted to punish her, then let her and her daughter face it together...

The wooden planks under her feet creaked, and Ruth couldn't help but worry. If this only passage was cut off,
wouldn't everyone in the castle starve to death? She really couldn't understand why anyone would choose to live here, and
what kind of person would they be?

The two of them thought wildly as they followed the man in black to the castle. The man took out a key, opened
a small door, and went in without inviting Nancy and her daughter. Although Nancy was full of doubts, she could only
pull her daughter and step into this mysterious castle.

As soon as he entered, he saw the man in black kneeling on the ground, respectfully
addressing a burly figure in the courtyard, "My lord, I have brought you a chef on the orders of Viscount Constantine."

The man slowly turned around, but due to the distance, his face was not clearly visible. He only asked
, "Isn't it supposed to be next month? Where is Elios?"

"My lord, Lord Elios passed away last month from a serious illness. We only recently received
the news of your request this month, so we sent it to you immediately. However, due to the haste,
it has been delayed for quite some time. Please forgive us!"

"Oh, I see. I thought they no longer cared about me! Hmm... how come there
are two?" As the lord spoke, he noticed Nancy and her daughter standing at the door.

"The younger one is the cook, and the other is her mother. She said she's here to serve you!"

"Haha, very good, very good. I'm short-staffed right now. Come here and let me see you."

Hearing this, Nancy quickly pulled her daughter along, bowed her head, and knelt before the Earl, saying, "
Your Excellency, my name is Nancy, and this is my daughter, Ruth. Please take good care of her in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will certainly take good care of you. Raise your head."

Only then did Nancy dare to look up at the Earl, and when she saw his face clearly, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise
, "Ah, how could it be you!"

The Earl frowned, carefully examining Nancy before finally saying, "Do you recognize me?"

Nancy's face was drained of color, and she screamed, trembling, "You're Locke! You're Locke!
The 'King of Killers'—Locke!"

The Earl stroked his unkempt beard, narrowed his eyes, and chuckled, "That's right, I am
Locke . I can't believe that after all this time, someone still remembers me!"

How could Nancy not remember Locke? Back then, Locke was a general of the empire, fighting in countless battles, achieving remarkable feats and
making unparalleled contributions to the empire. At the young age of twenty-five, he became the youngest earl in the empire's history.

Legend has it that after each victory, he would slaughter all his prisoners, and even eat human flesh and drink human blood, becoming
the nightmare of all his enemies. Everyone who fought him feared becoming his next meal, and thus often
fled without a fight. This was one of the reasons why Locke had fought countless battles without ever being defeated.

Nancy had initially refused to believe such a person existed, but during
the celebration of the victorious army's return in the streets of Paris, she witnessed Locke rip out the heart of an enemy general and swallow it
whole, the gruesome scene causing everyone to vomit. His image was etched deeply into Nancy's memory.

Afterward, Nancy frequently dreamt of Locke eating people, often waking in the middle of the night in
cold sweat. This only began to subside
after But she never imagined she would encounter this monster again here.

"Ruth, run, run..." Nancy screamed hoarsely, collapsing weakly onto
the cold ground.

"Mom... what's wrong, Mom..." Ruth shook her mother, calling out frantically.

The Earl looked at the pitiful mother and daughter with interest, then turned to the man in black and said, "Get them
to the back for me, then hurry back and tell Constantine that we don't need to send anyone for the next two months.
I'll let you know if we need anything."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Watching the man in black approach, Ruth shook her head and cried out, "No... don't come any closer...
Mother ... Mother..."

Her desperate cries went unanswered. Ruth only saw the man in black slowly raise his arm, then felt
a sharp pain in her neck, and lost consciousness.

"Mother, don't leave me, take me away..."

Ruth cried out, waking from her unconsciousness. She rubbed her eyes and found herself in an
empty room. Although the fireplace beside her was burning brightly, she still felt a chill.
She reached out to pull her collar tighter, but unexpectedly touched her own delicate skin. Looking down, she let out another
soft gasp.

Even though the terrifying count wasn't there, Ruth's face still burned. Since she was old enough to understand, the
only time she'd ever been completely naked was when she bathed, and even then, she felt incredibly awkward whenever
the women glanced at her. Being stripped
naked in an unfamiliar environment was unbearably shameful.

"Ruth...run...Ruth...don't worry about me...run away..."

A muffled murmur came from the dark corner. Ruth, ignoring her embarrassment, ran towards it. There, she saw a
snow-white mass lying on a low platform, wriggling incessantly. She cautiously approached and finally
realized it was her mother.

Nancy's hands and feet were bound by iron shackles at the four corners of the platform, her legs spread wide, her forehead covered in beads of
sweat. She seemed to be dreaming a terrifying scene; her eyes were tightly closed, her head shaking from side to side, as if trying to drive
the nightmare away.

"Mommy, wake up, Mommy, Ruth's here, she's here..."

Ruth whispered in her mother's ear. A moment later, Nancy's eyelids trembled and slowly
opened, but her azure eyes remained filled with confusion.

"Mommy, don't scare me! What happened?" Ruth cried out.

Nancy's gaze gradually focused, as if her soul had finally returned to reality. She roughly understood her
situation , turned to look at her daughter blankly, and two streams of tears silently slid down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Ruth, I shouldn't have let you come, I'm so sorry... so sorry..."

"No, Mommy, don't apologize! Who is that Earl? Tell me quickly!"

Nancy's lips twitched, and she finally told her daughter about the Earl's identity. When Ruth learned of
the Earl 's bizarre fetish, she was so shocked that she collapsed to the ground, muttering repeatedly, "No, it can't be
like this, maybe he's changed, no, no..."

Nancy opened her mouth, but couldn't bear to shatter the illusion that it was just a beautiful dream. Yes, if the Earl had changed
his original fetish, it would undoubtedly be the greatest joy. But the thought of being stripped naked and locked up here,
with herself chained up, shattered all her fantasies with cruel reality. Now, all the mother and daughter could do
was wait endlessly.

Just then, the door was opened from the outside, and the Earl walked in naked. In the red
firelight , his male symbol stood erect and hard, like a steel cannon, ready to fire.

"Ah..." Seeing such a grotesque and terrifying penis for the first time, Ruth covered her eyes in fright, unable to look any longer.

"Haha, you must be getting impatient, huh? I'll take good care of you two right now. But,
who shall we start with? Haha..." The Earl strode forward amidst his maniacal laughter, his footsteps
like the resounding drums of war, striking heavily into the hearts of the mother and daughter.

Ruth trembled with tension, unable to utter a word. Nancy, knowing there was no escape,
pleaded , "Earl Locke, please spare my daughter, let me serve you instead."

The Earl smiled sinisterly and said, "It's best if you have that kind of resolve. Now, let's see how you perform!"

With that, he raised his thick middle finger and thrust it directly into Nancy's vagina.

"Ah~" Nancy screamed in pain. Her vagina, dry from any foreplay, was naturally excruciatingly painful from
such forced penetration.

The dark red labia trembled, enveloping the count's middle finger. The tender flesh inside the vagina seemed to be torn apart,
the narrow passage convulsing as it desperately resisted the intrusion of the foreign object.

"Heh, so tight, how long has it been?" The count showed no pity, his finger twisting inward.
He burrowed inside.

"Ah, please, be gentle, no...don't..." Nancy's facial muscles contorted, her body
curling upwards, but her hands and feet were immobilized, all her efforts were in vain.

The Count caressed Nancy's breasts, his little finger playing with the swollen nipples, his middle finger, halfway inside
, thrusting it in forcefully, all the way to the end of her vagina.

"Ugh..." Nancy groaned softly, her muscles contracting, the pain almost making her faint.

The Count paused for a moment, then vigorously thrust his finger in and out, pounding into the woman's vagina.

His other hand grasped her soft breast, kneading and pulling it wantonly, changing its shape.

Nancy gritted her teeth, enduring the unspeakable pain, her gaze turning to her daughter sitting blankly beside her. Ruth had already lowered her hands
, watching her mother suffer under the Count's hand, but she could only weep, the murderous aura emanating from the Count
making her freeze on the ground, unable to rise.

The Count thrust dozens of times before withdrawing his middle finger from Nancy's vagina, untying the restraints on her feet, and placing her long
, jade-like legs on his shoulders. His thick penis pressed down from above, pressing against her reddened vulva.

Nancy clearly felt the heat of his penis. As the Count pressed down forcefully, her full labia were pushed
apart , revealing a small entrance. The glans of his penis slid into Nancy's vagina, forcibly stretching the muscles of her vaginal opening
as if it were being torn apart.

"No, slower..." Nancy cried out in despair. The Count seemed to intend to inflict more pain on her,
using all his strength to thrust in all the way to the hilt.

Completely different from the thickness of a finger, the Count's penis was like a huge wooden stake, slamming into Nancy
's vagina. Although the probing with his fingers had caused her to secrete a lot of fluid, it still couldn't withstand the
invasion of such a large object. The walls of her vagina were rubbed raw by the penis, causing excruciating pain as if on fire. Her entire lower body
burned with pain.

The Count's massive glans slammed directly against her cervix, and Nancy felt as if her internal organs had shifted out of place,
her whole body feeling hollowed out.

The Count gripped Nancy's testicles with both hands, swaying his hips and repeatedly pounding against her cervix.

"Hoo~ So good... Your vagina is really nice, it feels so good..."

Even though her head was spinning from the pain, Nancy didn't forget her duty as a mother, panting as she said
, "Please let my daughter go... I'm willing... willing to serve you like this for the rest of my life... Please let her go...
Ah..."

The Count suddenly stopped, saying, "I almost forgot, I can't waste all my energy on
you, there's an even younger one waiting for me, hahaha..."

"You... you're untrustworthy... you beast... you monster... I'll kill you..."
Nancy never expected that her pleas for mercy would result in this, and in despair, she
started cursing indiscriminately.

"Did I promise you I'd let her go? You two came to me at the same time, I can't favor one over the other...
But your vagina isn't bad either, let me fuck you a few more times..."

The count continued to thrust and pound into Nancy's vagina while pulling Ruth off the ground and placing her on top of
Nancy , her young vulva right in front of her mother's lips.

"If you don't want your daughter to suffer, then make some more water!"

Tears of humiliation streamed down Nancy's face, but what he said was true. If that weapon were used on her daughter like
it , Ruth would surely lose her life! In desperation, she could only stick out
her tongue and lick her daughter's virgin vulva.

"No... Mom... It hurts so much..." With her mother's tongue teasing her untouched vulva,
Ruth felt waves of strange sensations wash over her. Her body felt weak and sore, her vagina numb and itchy. The tightly
closed petals parted, and a pink bud gradually peeked out.

Nancy knew that was a woman's most sensitive spot, so she circled her daughter's clitoris with her tongue and began to lick and suck
it .

Waves of excitement washed over Ruth as she watched the Earl's penis rise and fall,
thrusting in and out of her mother's vagina. The thick labia were being pulled up and down, and the stimulating scene made her
blush and her heart race. The tiny clitoris gradually grew larger, and the vagina secreted a constant stream of slippery fluid,
wetting the delicate labia.

Seeing Ruth's increasingly glazed eyes, the Earl knew it was time to take the virgin's vagina. He stirred
inside a few times, then withdrew his enormous penis, moved to the other side of the table, and gently stroked the pink
labia with his fingers, touching the tender vaginal opening.

"Mmm...oh...ah..." Ruth uttered muffled cries, twisting her body, trying to escape
the Earl's fingers.

The Earl snorted coldly, lifting Ruth's snowy buttocks with both hands, forcing her to kneel on the table, and thrusting his erect penis straight
into the virgin's vagina.

"Ahhhhhh!" Ruth let out a long scream, her young vulva easily taken over, her
hymen, guarded for eighteen years, mercilessly shattered, dark red blood slowly flowing from her vagina, dripping onto
Nancy's face.

"You bastard, she's still a child..." Nancy cried out in despair, watching helplessly as the Earl's
superhuman penis forced its way into her daughter's vagina.

"Haha, I haven't played with a virgin in a long time, fucking tight!" The Earl grinned smugly,
thrusting forcefully.

The excruciating pain brought tears streaming down Ruth's face; her narrow vagina simply couldn't accommodate the enormous penis,
the folds of her vaginal walls were forcibly smoothed out by the penis, her entire vagina felt as if it were being scorched by fire, Ruth's mind went almost
blank, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

The Count gripped Ruth's buttocks with both hands, his fingers digging deep into her tender flesh. His penis thrust in and out of her bleeding
vagina , the tightness of her virginity intensifying his pleasure, and his movements becoming increasingly frenzied.

Under the Count's torment, Ruth convulsed, cold sweat seeping from every part of her body, her mind
growing increasingly hazy. Finally, with the Count's final full penetration, she fainted from the pain, collapsing limply onto her mother
, lifeless.

"Ruth... wake up... no... Ruth..." Nancy cried out desperately for her daughter, but received
no response. The Count ignored her, continuing to rape the unconscious virgin.

"You beast, stop! I'll kill you, kill you!" Nancy's eyes blazed with hatred as
she strained to lift her head, trying to bite off the dangling testicles before her. But her hands were restrained, and she
could only touch the Earl's scrotum.

The sharp tips of her teeth grazed the Earl's scrotum, the novel stimulation sending him into a frenzy of pleasure. With a
roar, his penis throbbed, ejaculating his semen into Ruth's vagina.

The Earl breathed heavily for a few moments, then reached under Ruth's nose and, finding she was still breathing, relaxed.
He took a jade tube hanging on the wall, a more ferocious smile spreading across his face.

Seeing the gleaming needle at one end of the tube, Nancy felt a chill run down her spine. She cried out in terror, "
What is that? What else do you want?"

The Earl grinned, revealing his neat teeth. "I just exerted myself quite a bit, so of course I need
something , hahaha..."

With that, the Earl flicked his wrist, and the long silver needle pierced a vein in Ruth's neck. He opened his mouth wide,
taking the other end of the tube in and sucking it with a "slurping" sound.

Crimson blood flowed down the tube into the Earl's mouth, turning the once crystal-white tube a dark red . The Earl's expression at this moment was even more satisfied than when he was raping the mother and daughter; it seemed there was no drink
sweeter than human blood . 　　Although still unconscious, Ruth instinctively convulsed, her life force waning . Nancy felt a sharp pain in her heart, but could only watch as the Earl drank her daughter's blood, weeping loudly in anguish. 　　The Count swallowed about seven or eight mouthfuls of blood, then pulled out the tube. He used cotton he'd somehow produced to press down on the small wound, stopping the bleeding. He licked his blood-stained lips and said to Nancy, "I can't bear to see you die. I have plenty of dead people here, I just need living things like you, ha ha..." 　　Having finished, the Count withdrew his shrunken penis from Ruth's body and walked out of the room . The mixed fluids from Ruth's vagina finally flowed out, landing on Nancy's face, forming red and white spots... 　　The next morning, the poor mother and daughter, who had barely managed to fall asleep, were awakened by the sound of the door opening. Ruth huddled in her mother's arms, her eyes fixed nervously on the doorway, trembling with fear. 　　The Count strode into the room triumphantly, and seeing the frightened state of Nancy and her daughter, he laughed again. 　　"Haha, little girl, don't be so nervous. I'm hungry now, go get me some food. But if you don't behave, I'll eat your mother right now, hahaha..." 　　With that, the Earl grabbed Ruth, lifted her by the neck, and headed for the door. 　　"Mommy... Mommy..." 　　"Ruth... Give me back my daughter... You beast... No..." 　　The door slammed shut again, cutting off the mother and daughter's cries. The Earl put Ruth down , staring at her fiercely, and said, "If you don't want anything to happen to your mother, go make me breakfast now, otherwise, hehe..." 　　Under the Earl's wolfish gaze, Ruth unconsciously touched the wound on her neck again. Nancy later told her daughter everything that had happened after she fainted and encouraged her to find a chance to escape and leave this devil castle. 　　The dramatic turn of events matured Ruth considerably overnight. Things had come to this point; she understood that only she could survive on her own. And now… 　　“Master, could you please help me put on some clothes…” Ruth asked timidly. 　　“No need for that. You’ll have to take them off anyway. Aren’t I naked too?” The Earl waved his hand impatiently , saying, “Come on, I’ll show you the kitchen first. You can use the ingredients there to cook .” 　　Ruth kept her legs tightly together, following behind the Earl, afraid of being seen in her shameful state. But after walking for a while, they didn’t encounter a single servant. The vast castle seemed to be inhabited only by the Earl. 　　Fires burned everywhere in the castle, so although she had no clothes to cover herself, she didn’t feel cold. But when the Earl led her to the door of a house, a strong chill surged from Ruth’s heart. It wasn’t just the slight chill emanating from the house , but more importantly, the heavy, pungent smell of blood that permeated the air. 　　As she followed the Earl into the room, what she saw made Ruth immediately kneel down and vomit. 　　It was an ice chamber, with countless iron hooks hanging from the ceiling, from which hung bloody arms, legs, or halves of severed bodies, the stark white bones barely visible. Along the west wall , a row of jars was neatly stacked, emitting a reddish hue and a pungent, fishy smell. 　　The Earl ignored Ruth, who was practically vomiting bile, and went straight to the point: "As you can see, this room is full of prepared ingredients. From now on, for breakfast, take some brains from , then boil two breasts. For the other two meals, just eat meat—fry or sauté, it's up to you, just make it taste good. I'm not that picky. Of course, you also need to prepare a pot of fresh blood; there 's plenty As for supper, use the offal here—intestines or liver will do. I don't eat it every day, so I'll let you know when I need it. Got it?" 　　"What will my mother and I eat? What about the others?" Ruth asked with a forced effort. 　　"Oh, there's some beef in the corner over there, but you can't try to fool me with beef, or I 'll gouge your eyes out and eat them. The others? There's no one else here. You just need to cook my portion." 　　"Any vegetables? I don't really like meat." 　　"No, but if your cooking satisfies me, I can have them send some over next time. Hehe, my old men will be wondering why my tastes have changed. Speaking of which, I really have to thank them. If they hadn't provided me with food, I probably would have starved to death long ago..." 　　The count seemed to sigh as he spoke. He suddenly reached out and touched his stomach, saying, "Yesterday was really too much! I'm so hungry. Well, I won't need you this morning, I'll do it myself!" 　　With that, the count walked towards the south wall. Ruth followed his direction and finally saw clearly that a woman's corpse was nailed to that wall. She had only glanced at it briefly before and hadn't noticed the situation there.

The woman had clearly been dead for some time. Her breasts had been severed
cleanly , she was nothing more than a skeleton. Scattered pieces of flesh clung to her fingers and pelvis, and
traces of red blood stained the white bones—a gruesome sight.

Several patches of flesh on her face were mangled and bloody,
as if torn off rather .

The Earl picked up a large axe from the ground and turned to Ruth, saying, "I forgot to introduce you. She's your
predecessor, my previous chef. If you don't do as I say, you know what will happen to you."

Before Ruth could react, the Earl swung the axe and severed the woman's head at the neck. The

head landed with a thud, rolled a few times, and finally stopped, its face facing the stunned
Ruth. The muscles in her face were contorted in agony, a testament to the immense suffering she had endured in life.

"Ah!" Ruth screamed and turned her head away, not daring to look again.

The Earl walked over, picked up the head, and smashed the top of the skull open with a punch.
He

then reached inside, grabbed a handful of blood-stained white brain matter, and swallowed the tofu-like brain matter with a large gulp. "Delicious, mmm, really delicious." The Earl praised, grabbing another handful of brain matter and swallowing
it .

Finally, he simply held the head, brought his mouth to the woman's severed head, tilted his head back, and poured
the contents into his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, drinking the brain matter as if it were water. Red and white liquid slid from the corner of his mouth, and
Ruth finally fainted again from fright.

From then on, Ruth began to prepare three meals a day for the Earl according to his demands. At
night, she was locked in the same room by the Earl again, enduring painful rape with her mother
until the Earl poured his foul-smelling semen into their vaginas.

Ruth gradually grew accustomed to this life. At first, nausea, fear, and trembling constantly accompanied
the cooking process, but as she repeatedly fried blood-soaked human flesh in the pan,
these emotions gradually faded.

She forced herself to treat those things as ordinary meat, no longer
associating Her cooking speed noticeably increased, and she even created novel combinations that the Count
thoroughly enjoyed.

For example, once she fried nine vaginas in hot oil, then cut a section of cooked small intestine in half, stuffed each vagina into
a separate piece, and poured a sauce made of blood and brain matter over it, creating what the Count later called "
Ruth's Sausage."

When the Count tasted it, the sweetness of the blood, the suppleness of the vagina, and the richness of the small intestine all made him
praise it highly , repeatedly commending Ruth as the best cook in the world. That very night, he unprecedentedly
ejaculated three times inside Ruth, as the best reward he could give her.

That evening, Ruth came to the kitchen again. Looking at the room full of blood and flesh, she pondered what dishes she should prepare to satisfy the Earl
that evening . Suddenly, the Earl walked in.

"Oh, today I want you to prepare a special feast. The ingredients are all ready, so you'd better make it taste
good and not waste my treasured collection of many years."

The count pulled a silver box from a pile of ice, opened it, picked up a
small fleshy bead, licked the red blood on it, and said to Ruth, "Do you know
what ?"

Ruth blinked, puzzled, and asked, "What is so important?"

The count walked over with the silver box, placed the fleshy bead in Ruth's palm, and said, "This was cut from a woman's body
. A person only has one. Can you guess what it is?"

Ruth examined the fleshy bead in her hand, but couldn't guess after a long time, so she casually guessed, "Could it be a nipple?

But it seems a bit too small."

"Haha, of course not. This is a woman's clitoris, cut off during orgasm. I've collected them for so
many years, and I've only managed to get ninety-nine. Today is my fiftieth birthday, so I'm taking it out to celebrate."

"So that's how it is." Ruth looked at the count's smug smile, then at the stiff, cold clitoris in her hand,
and began to worry about her fate.

"Then I'll do it now." Ruth said, reaching out to take the box from the count's hand.

"No rush, haha, these clitoris have been frozen for too long. Let's take them out to thaw first. While we're at it, come with me
to get the hundredth clitoris."

Ruth followed the Earl, somewhat bewildered, wondering to herself, "Why is the hundredth one stored
elsewhere? Is it different from the others?"

When they arrived at the room where Nancy was imprisoned, Ruth finally realized that the hundredth
clitoris the Earl was referring to was on her mother's body. Overwhelmed with emotion, she grabbed the Earl's arm, tears
welling , "Please, don't do that to my mother, no, no..."

The Earl turned around, his wolfish eyes fixed on Ruth, and said, "If I don't cut off your mother's, do you
want me to cut off yours?"

"Ah..." Ruth quickly withdrew her hand, instinctively covering her vulva, but dared not say another word.

The Earl laughed wildly as he unlocked the door and pulled Ruth into the room.

Nancy was lying on the table, lost in thought, when two people who shouldn't have been there
entered . She sensed something unusual in her daughter's sorrowful face and cried out, "
What are you doing?"

The Earl took a bottle of medicine from a drawer, applied it evenly to his middle finger, and then walked to Nancy's side.
He thrusting it in and out, and said with a sneer, "I was afraid you'd be lonely, so I'm here to give you
some pleasure. How is it? Is it itchy inside? Want to be fucked, don't you?"

"No! Bastard! Get away! No!" Although Nancy cursed incoherently, her vagina truly felt numb and itchy.
The abnormal reaction in her body made her even more uneasy, and her breathing became rapid: "Ah... um... you... you
have ... oh... what... ah... thing... um..."

"Of course it's something to excite you, haha, look at your shameless face, you can't take it anymore
? Hahaha..."

With the Count's continued thrusting, the potion gradually took effect, Nancy's face grew increasingly red, and her body felt weak and sore.
Nancy's vagina was overflowing with desire, waves of nectar gushing from its depths. The ravaged vulva
no longer felt the pain of the past; her legs slowly parted, her labia trembling slightly, as if yearning for the lash of the penis.

"Ugh...it hurts so much...you...faster...ah..." Nancy's reason was gradually replaced by lust
; her curses turned into wanton moans. She twisted her body wildly, actively thrusting her hips, rubbing
her fingers against her vagina.

The Count replaced his fingers with his penis, inserting it into the woman's wet vulva. The thick penis made Nancy
moan , her vaginal fluids flowing uncontrollably, leaving a puddle on the table.

The Count, while thrusting his hips, making his penis thrust back and forth in Nancy's vagina, parted her
full , gently rubbing her clitoris.

The clitoris, under constant stimulation, became engorged and swollen, shamelessly erect on her vulva. The heavy thrusts of the penis
drove Nancy almost mad. Her hands unconsciously caressed her breasts, her fingers kneading her swollen nipples,
her hips bobbing up and down in rhythm with the Earl's movements, chasing the peak of sexual pleasure.

At this moment, she completely forgot the cruel reality; only the ever-increasing pleasure was her sole
goal . Nancy's clitoris slowly blossomed under the Earl's ministrations, copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowing
out with each thrust, soaking the point where their genitals were joined.

The Earl's penis, lubricated by the fluid, thrust faster and faster, the rough shaft rubbing against her delicate vulva, turning
Nancy 's moans into screams. Her consciousness gradually blurred, her vagina began to contract rhythmically, and she was about to
reach a sublime climax.

Nancy's ears were ringing, her mind a jumbled mess. In her hazy state, she seemed to hear the Earl say
, "Cut this thing off with a knife, quickly, or I'll use yours instead."

"Oh, who is he talking to? Cut off what? Never mind, it's been so long since I've
felt this good. Don't stop, keep going, keep going..." Nancy screamed in her mind.

Suddenly, her swollen vagina felt empty, followed by a sharp pain. Nancy snapped back to reality. She
opened her eyes and saw her daughter holding a blood-dripping knife, her face streaked with tears as she stared at her own
vulva, which the Earl had just violated.

Nancy followed her daughter's gaze and saw blood streaming between her labia. She finally understood
that the blood on the knife was her own.

"No...no..." Nancy screamed frantically, pounding the table with her hands, her eyes pleading
as she looked at the Earl.

"What are you yelling about? It's just cutting off the clitoris, it won't kill you," the Count said, raising his hand and slapping
Nancy across the face with his massive palm, leaving five red finger marks. He turned to Ruth and yelled, "Hurry up and do it, I'm hungry
."

Ruth's hands trembled violently. She had intended to cut off her mother's clitoris to lessen her pain,
but she was terrified. When she made the cut, she missed, not only failing to cut her mother's clitoris but also
cutting open her labia. Looking at her mother's clitoris soaked in blood, she could only murmur repeatedly,
"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't want to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"No, don't come any closer, Ruth, you're crazy! I'm your mother! No..." Nancy
screamed in terror as her daughter approached.

"He forced me to do it, otherwise he would have cut me off." Ruth's face was contorted in pain, but in Nancy's
eyes , her daughter had become a devil just like the Count.

"Oh my god, how could you do this, Ruth? I'm your only family!" Nancy's cries did
nothing to stop her daughter. Under the Earl's fierce gaze, Ruth pinched her mother
's clitoris with two fingers of her left hand, slowly cutting at the base of the clitoris with the tip of the knife. Although she knew this would cause her mother more pain,
it was the only way to avoid cutting the wrong spot.

Blood gushed from Nancy's vulva as the swollen clitoris was gradually severed. The piercing
pain spread throughout her body from the wound. Nancy's legs kicked wildly, making it even harder for Ruth to continue.
The blade cut several bloody gashes into the labia. Finally, she gritted her teeth, twisted her wrist forcefully, and severed the entire clitoris
.

"Ha ha..." The Earl laughed loudly, then bent down and climbed onto Nancy's vulva, bringing his mouth to the blood-soaked
labia and sucking hard.

Nancy felt excruciating pain in her lower body. The Earl's tongue licked back and forth on the wound on her labia, blood
flowing directly from Nancy's body into the Earl's mouth. The dizziness from blood loss swirled in her mind.

The Earl swallowed several mouthfuls of blood, then stuffed a wad of cotton cloth into Nancy's vagina, called to Ruth,
and turned to leave.

Only pitiful Nancy remained in the empty room. The sudden plunge from the climax of pleasure into an abyss of despair
had shattered her soul, especially since her daughter had cut off her own clitoris.
This blow had almost robbed her of the will to live.

"No, I don't want to die! I want revenge! I must get revenge! Hahahaha…" Nancy suddenly burst into
a chilling, maniacal laugh, a laugh tinged with utter desolation.

"Sizzle~" The clitoris, coated in minced meat, tumbled in the oil. Ruth, her eyes red, held a wooden
spatula and gently stirred the small, undulating meatball. The originally colorless oil turned
a vibrant red after being infused with a liter of blood, bubbling like a small pool of blood.

"Using so much oil at once, it really hurts a bit," the Count said, embracing
Ruth's , his large hands gently kneading her pink breasts. "This is enough for more than a dozen people
. Each person can only render a little bit of oil. If it weren't for my fiftieth birthday, I wouldn't have been willing to use
so ."

Ruth then realized that what she had been using for cooking was actually human oil extracted from human bodies.
Although it was quite unexpected, Ruth had witnessed so many more bloody and brutal realities, so this news didn't stop
her for a moment. She continued to firmly grip the spatula, concentrating on cooking the feast.

The count's penis was pressed hard against the cleft of Ruth's buttocks, causing her great discomfort. However, Ruth dared not
raise any objection and could only concentrate on cooking, passively accepting the
count .

The Count hadn't ejaculated inside Nancy; his penis remained erect. Looking at the delicious meal about to
be enjoyed , a strong desire began to rise within him. He forcefully pulled her close, his penis forcing
open Ruth's anus and thrusting into her narrow, dry opening.

"Ah...no...not there..." Although the Count had assaulted her from behind before, she
had never A sharp pain shot through her anus, and Ruth screamed, desperately twisting her
body, trying to escape the assault.

"Don't move! If you ruin the feast, I'll skin you alive! Get your ass up here!" the Count
roared , his hands gripping Ruth's breasts tightly.

Under the Count's lewd power, Ruth had no choice but to slowly raise her buttocks, her wrinkled anus fully exposed to
the Count 's gaze.

The Count withdrew one hand, his fingers gently tracing the area around her anus. The unusual stimulation made Ruth
tremble 　　. Although she wanted to scream, she was afraid of provoking the Count's displeasure, so she could only lie
prone, enduring the tingling and itching in her anus while intently watching her clitoris gradually changing color in the pot . She bit her lip tightly, refusing
to make a sound . 　　"That's more like it!" The Count smiled with satisfaction, aiming his penis at Ruth's anus and thrusting it forward forcefully . "　　Ah ... 　　"Please...don't put it in from behind...I'll let you play in the front...please pull it out... " Ruth cried out, sobbing uncontrollably. 　　The Count ignored her pleas and began thrusting his penis back and forth, vigorously pumping it in and out of Ruth's anus. 　　The girl's anus was completely filled by his penis, the entire anal canal was airtight, the muscles around the anus gripped the thick penis, the inner walls of the anus squeezed inward, accompanied by spasms. 　　"Don't just focus on your pleasure, watch out for the meat in the pot." The Count breathed heavily, reminding her of her duty. 　　While continuing to thrust his penis, he also inserted his fingers into Ruth's vagina from the front, quickly . The residual medicine on his fingers was still effective, and in no time, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed from Ruth's vagina, and the pain in her anus seemed to dissipate as well. 　　"Isn't it ready yet? I'm starving." The count urged impatiently, playing with Ruth's two small holes . 　　"Ready... mmm... you can eat now... umm... ah..." While enduring the count's defilement, Ruth hurriedly used a sieve to scoop the fried clitoral beans out of the oil. 　　When Ruth placed the last clitoral bead into the dish, the count's penis finally ejaculated thick semen. 　　"Phew~ That felt so good... your asshole is much more fun than your front, I'll have to make better use of it in the future, so as not to waste it... hahaha..." 　　Ruth's mind and body were still under the influence of the drug. She turned her head and looked at the count with a hazy gaze, but did not object to his plan. 　　Suddenly, a chilling glint flashed in the Earl's eyes. Before Ruth could react, he had already pinched her already erect clitoris with his fingernails , grinning maliciously, "Heh heh, such a fine dish, it would be a shame if the chef's share was missing!" 　　With that, he forcefully dug with his sharp fingernails, tearing off Ruth's entire clitoris and tossing it into the oil, sending up a dazzling spray. 　　"Ahhhhh!" Like her mother, Ruth instantly plummeted from the pleasure of sex to the depths of despair. The stark contrast intensified the tearing pain in her body. The Earl's blow had not only ripped off her clitoris but also torn off a small piece of tender flesh from her vulva. Blood instantly stained the girl's genitals, two shocking streams of blood slowly flowing down her pale thighs, creating a stark contrast. 　　Ignoring Ruth's life or death, the Earl walked straight forward and began to eat the clitoris one by one from the plate, savoring his birthday feast. Ruth collapsed limply to the ground, her body convulsing in pain, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. 　　"Hmm, delicious. Your cooking is really good. I just wonder if your clitoris is just as satisfying ," the Count said, scooping Ruth's clitoris from the pot and, ignoring how hot it was, popping it into his mouth and chewing it. "Haha, truly top-quality, so tender!" the count exclaimed loudly, shoveling the 　　remaining clitoris from the plate into his mouth. He chewed with bulging cheeks, mumbling incoherently, "Good, delicious ... mmm... good..." 　　The count finally swallowed the entire mouthful of clitoris before saying to Ruth, "The feast is over, now it's time for dessert. I forgot to tell you, I actually love eating raw meat the most. It's a pity that women in the past were too weak , they died after only a few bites, wasting such good material. I hope you're different from them..." 　　After saying this, the count pounced on the trembling Ruth, lifted her snow-white thigh, and bit into the calf muscle. His sharp teeth sank deep into the tender flesh. With a flick of his head, the count tore off a piece of tender flesh, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Ruth screamed and fainted. 　　In the instant before she lost consciousness, Ruth saw the Earl swallow chunks of meat in a few bites, his gaping maw snapping at her injured calf… 　　In the days that followed, the once lively and cheerful Ruth changed, becoming a taciturn person. Aside from cooking for the Earl, she spent her days hunched over, never showing a smile again. Nancy , on the other hand was like a living dead, ignoring even her daughter, simply lying quietly on the table, waiting for the Earl's next act of torment. 　　The Earl, however, didn't seem to mind this situation, but every day after enjoying Ruth's meals, he insisted on an extra late-night snack. 　　However, Ruth didn't need to lift a finger for his snacks; the Earl would take a sharp scraper and scrape strips of fresh meat from Nancy's body, then swallow them raw, perhaps considering Ruth might still be useful.

Such torture was never inflicted on her.

More than ten days passed. The Earl had completely devoured Nancy's left upper arm and right calf, leaving only pale
skeletons. Her hands and feet, however, remained intact, though to others they appeared utterly horrifying, like a
skeleton wearing leather gloves.

Throughout the ordeal, Nancy occasionally let out a few low groans, but unlike her previous cries of agony,
she had stubbornly survived thanks to her tenacious will to live and the drugs the Earl injected her with. This amazed
the Earl, who then continued to consume her flesh without hesitation.

But in Ruth's eyes, her mother had become a beautiful yet deformed monster. The muscles in her arms and calves
were dwindling, and even her ears and one eyeball had been gouged out and eaten by the Earl.
Half of her left nipple had been bitten off, and her breasts were covered in needle marks—scars left from the Earl's blood-sucking.

Ruth's mother's pitiful state was unbearable. She knew her mother didn't have much time left;
if this continued, her mother would be tortured to death at any moment. Now, she was only waiting for an opportunity,
a chance for both mother and daughter to survive.

Heaven helps those who help themselves; the opportunity finally arrived on a dark night.

The Earl seemed particularly excited. After ejaculating into Ruth's body, he climbed onto Nancy's body and
inserted his semi-erect penis into her still-bleeding vagina.

Although being raped, Nancy showed no reaction, her limbs limply lying to the side, allowing the Earl
to thrust and pound into her.

"Haha, you filthy woman, you think playing dead will make me let you go? Haha, what I love most
is necrophilia. The more you act like this, the more I enjoy it..."

The Earl grinned maliciously, wielding his penis and forcefully thrusting into Nancy's ravaged vagina. However, in his pleasure,
he didn't notice the dark shadow slowly approaching from behind.

Ruth, hammer in hand, stood behind the demon, silently praying, "Merciful Lord,
please protect us!"

The hammer slashed through the air, striking the Count heavily on the back of the head. Blood spurted out, and the Count collapsed
from .

Ruth was terrified. Without thinking, she quickly used the hammer to break the shackles at the four corners of the platform and helped
her mother flee towards the door.

The two stumbled out of the demon's castle. Nancy's limited mobility delayed them considerably.
Looking at Sochaux in the distance, a glimmer of hope ignited in Ruth's heart. Just as she was about to step forward, she heard

a "whoosh" as an arrow grazed past her ear.

"Ah…!" Ruth cried out in surprise, turning around to see the Count standing like a demon god atop
the city gate tower, holding a large bow and nocking another arrow.

Ruth's heart pounded in her chest. She quickly pulled her mother behind a large rock, nervously
watching the Earl.

The Earl's face was covered in blood. Unable to shoot Ruth and her mother, he roared in fury, "You
two wretched women, how dare you plot against me! Humph, I, a hero of my generation, would die at
the hands of ! But even in death, I'll take you with me..."

The Earl's head grew heavier, his vision blurred, and he could barely see. Knowing his end
was near, he switched to a rocket, drew back the bowstring, and released it with his right hand. The rocket flew straight towards the wooden bridge.

"Oh no! He's going to destroy the bridge!" Ruth cried out in panic. The rocket struck the bridge,
exploding in a brilliant burst of sparks, and the entire bridge burst into flames.

Although she wanted to rush out to put out the fire, Ruth knew it would be suicide. She could only watch helplessly as the bridge
snapped in two and fell off the cliff.

"Hahaha...you wretched woman, die!" The count roared with all his might, then
collapsed. A short while later, a deafening crash echoed through the castle, and the entire castle
crumbled, the once majestic fortress reduced to ruins.

"He didn't even leave us any food! Lord, why did you do this to us, mother and daughter!"
Seeing all hope extinguished, Ruth pointed to the sky and cried out in anguish.

Nancy had been silently watching her frantic daughter until she had vented her anger, then said with difficulty, "
Stop screaming. Let's find somewhere quickly. I don't want to freeze to death before I starve."

Ruth realized this wasn't the time to despair. Her mother,
though crippled and half-human, half-ghost, possessed a strong will to survive, and as a
person with all four limbs intact, she couldn't give up so easily.

Heaven have mercy. Ruth circled the castle ruins, finally finding a place where the two could shelter from
the cold . She helped Nancy into the crumbling shelter, then gathered some burning
wood from the rubble and started a campfire.

"Perhaps the Earl's men will arrive soon, and then we'll be saved," Ruth
comforted her mother.

"Mm," Nancy replied casually, gazing at the glowing fire.

The mother and daughter, starving and freezing, began their long wait.

Two days passed quickly, but the opposite cliff remained silent. The firewood was long gone, and
the icy wind howled outside the cave. The mother and daughter huddled together, using each other's body heat to ward off the cold.

That night, Ruth saw the Earl again in her dream.

"No...please...don't kill me..." Ruth cried, trying to turn and run away, but found
herself unable to move. She could only watch as the Earl slit open her abdomen, pulled out her intestines, and
ate them piece by piece.

"No... Ah..." Ruth screamed as she woke up, only to see a beast-like gaze
flashing before her.

"Mom... What... What are you going to do?"

Nancy produced a gleaming dagger from somewhere, and before Ruth could react, the blade
flashed, and half of Ruth's breast flew into the air...

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