Chapter 9.2

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“Yvonne is in Mother’s room?”

Logan forcibly tugged at the corner of his lips. Nina spared only a brief glance for her pitiful, foolish second son before shifting her gaze between Yvonne and Alexander.

The sound of Yvonne’s fork and knife clattering against her plate echoed faintly. It was a shame her terrified expression couldn’t be seen, her face bowed so low. But Nina’s greatest amusement lay elsewhere–this much was tolerable. After all, she’d be seeing it often from now on.

“Yes. Though Yvonne hasn’t spoken of it, she must have been suffering. She cried in my arms all night.”

Alexander, mid-bite, froze. A rare sight. His handsome face remained expressionless, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. Nina smiled–genuinely.

“Sharing a bed would be inconvenient for you.”

“I don’t mind.”

Alexander’s gaze slid from Nina to Yvonne. Of course, he couldn’t care less about Nina’s comfort. The sharpening of his focus was unmistakable. Uncharacteristically hesitant, he spoke again.

“Yvonne would.”

“No, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.”

“…”

Alexander and Nina’s stares clashed in midair. Alexander was the first to look away.

“Yvonne.”

“Y-Yes?!”

She jerked her head up–only to meet Alexander’s icy eyes. Her heart plummeted.

“You’re not a child. Do you truly insist on sharing a room with Mother?”

His voice was lower than usual. To Yvonne, it sounded unbearably threatening. Trembling, she barely managed to part her lips.

No… No, I don’t want to. Help me, Brother– But with Nina watching so intently, she couldn’t possibly say it.

“Yes…”

Alexander said nothing more. Yvonne ducked her head again, hastily wiping the tears that had begun to fall.

Yvonne’s face was deathly pale as she mechanically cut her steak. The meat turned to a mangled, bloody mess on her plate. Nausea rose. Unsurprisingly, she barely ate that day.

Regardless, Nina led her somewhere the moment dinner ended. Silently trailing behind, Yvonne froze when she realized where they’d stopped: the study.

“What’s wrong? Come in.”

“This place…”

Despite Nina’s urging, Yvonne hesitated at the threshold.

“Mother… This is Brother’s–”

Brother wouldn’t like this. But before she could finish, Nina’s sharp gaze silenced her. Yvonne clamped her mouth shut and bowed her head.

“It’s my study too.”

“Ah–!”

A whimper escaped as Nina impatiently seized her wrist. It wasn’t just the sudden pull–something clinked between her legs. Her face burned.

Nina turned, smiling at Yvonne’s flustered expression. The way she looked so helpless–blood must be rushing there already. Nina’s breath hitched, her jaw tightening.

She positioned Yvonne before the desk and stepped back. The poor girl fidgeted, fingers twisting anxiously.

“I should check if you’ve been keeping your lower half in order.”

Yvonne’s face drained of color. Watching her clasp her hands tightly, Nina reflexively licked her lips.

“Here…? Now?”

“Yes.”

Nina’s smile was as gentle as ever, but her tone brooked no argument. Yvonne’s hands trembled. Tears welled.

“Yvonne, what did I say happens to disobedient children?”

With no choice, Yvonne lifted her skirt. Nina’s gaze trailed the fabric as it rose, tracing slender calves, the curve of her thighs–

It stopped just short of her sex. The dark silk barely concealed her. Nina sighed, and Yvonne flinched.

“Mother… It’s not that…! Ralph is–Ralph is watching…!”

The slave behind Nina stared down at her lower half with indifferent eyes. I hate this.

Of course, her plea was ignored.

“Fussing over a slave? These creatures are lesser than livestock or furniture, Yvonne.”

“Ngh… Sob…”

“You should worry about yourself right now.”

A choked whimper escaped. Reluctantly, Yvonne hiked her skirt higher. Her bare sex was exposed to the two men. Pale curls glistened with slick, and beneath them, the edge of a pearl necklace peeked out. She clamped her thighs together, but it was futile.

“Ralph, check.”

“Ah… Mother…! Please…!”

Her own voice sounded pitiful even to her, but they paid no heed. Ralph knelt before her, hands moving faster than she could react.

“Eek–!”

One hand gripped her skirt; the other slid between her legs. A finger brushed her clit and folds–even his indifferent touch sent jolts of pleasure. Her legs buckled. Reflexively grabbing his shoulders to steady herself, she met his gaze.

His face was blank, but his eyes burned. Staring straight into hers, he pushed a finger inside–and yanked the necklace free.

“Hah–! Aah…!”

The pearls, wedged deep, dragged against her walls as they were pulled out. White-hot pleasure seared through her. Sobbing, she clutched at Ralph’s clothes.

Both men watched, transfixed, as her sculpted face twisted in ecstasy. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks. Slick dripped down her thighs, pooling on the floor.

When her hearing returned, she realized Ralph was holding her up. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger.

She shoved him–he didn’t budge. Steadying her, he stepped back. Biting her lip, she forced strength into her shaky legs.

Nina tsked. Something glinted in her hand. Dazed, Yvonne stared–then realized it was the pearl necklace, soaked and glistening.

“This is unusable now.”

Humiliation burned her cheeks as Nina toyed with the slick-strung pearls.

“Dripping like this just from locking eyes with your brothers? What were you thinking about all through dinner?”

“N-Nothing…! I wasn’t thinking–!”

“Perhaps I should’ve stripped you bare and laid you on the table. Then they could’ve fucked you loose themselves.”

“Sob…!”

Yvonne shook her head wildly. But Nina wasn’t done.

“Or maybe the training grounds. So many sturdy knights there to fill every hole of yours. How lovely you’d look, tied up naked.”

Trembling, Yvonne dropped to her knees.

“I’m–I’m sorry…! I was wrong…!”

“Then tell me… what filthy thoughts did you have, hmm?”

Nina smiled as Yvonne’s face twisted in anguish. Tears streamed endlessly.

“R-Ralph… putting in the necklace…”

“Aroused by a mere slave?”

“That’s not it–!”

I just couldn’t forget that terrifying moment–

Nina had ordered the pearl necklace shoved inside Yvonne the moment she woke. Worse–Ralph had done it.

She’d had to kneel before both men, holding herself open as he pushed each pearl in. Nina had even made her check in a mirror–pearls glistening obscenely at her entrance.

“Already like this? How careless.”

The sight had made her burst into tears.

The entire walk to dinner, she’d felt the pearls shifting inside her. Each step sent fresh waves of heat, her thighs growing slicker.

Even seated, they didn’t stop moving–or had she been clenching around them? Her head throbbed. Why did I–?

“Be honest. I’m trying to help you.”

“…”

“I didn’t drug you like Logan.”

Yvonne wiped her cheek. Her hand came away damp.

“I’m sorry… I… I just–”

She broke down, burying her face in her hands.

“I keep having… these lewd thoughts… I can’t stop… sob…”

“Good. Honesty suits a good girl.”

Nina’s smile was radiant. She pulled Yvonne up, patting her back with uncharacteristic gentleness. For a moment, she almost seemed kind. Yvonne’s sobs quieted in her arms. Is it over? I just want to rest–

But the moment she lifted her head, she was seated on the study desk.

The cold wood against her bare thighs jolted her alert–but not fast enough to stop Nina from spreading her legs and pressing inside.

“Aah–!”

The thick cock filled her aching emptiness. Nina rocked her hips, coarse curls grinding against Yvonne’s clit. Overwhelmed, Yvonne shoved at her–but the body above her didn’t budge. Instead, the man smirked.

“I said no refusing.”

“I-I didn’t mean–”

“Still not learned? Ralph, behind her.”

“M-Mother–! Hah…!”

She was lifted abruptly, vision swimming. The cock spearing her depths didn’t help. Whimpering, she clung to Nina, legs wrapping around his waist.

Nina laughed lowly, feeling Yvonne’s walls flutter around her. Pathetic–clinging to me so she won’t fall. The desperation was delicious.

Burying his nose in Yvonne’s nape, he inhaled. Her skin carried a fragile scent–like she might vanish any moment. Biting down made her jerk, tears spilling.

I don’t want to give her to anyone now.

Holding Yvonne against Ralph’s chest, Nina thrust up hard. Ralph, who’d been fingering her ass, obeyed the unspoken command and sheathed himself in one stroke.

“Aah–! Ngh–! Hah…! Aaah!”

Impaled on two cocks, suspended midair, Yvonne wailed. Her nails raked down their shoulders. The desk creaked.

Her panting breaths were sweet. As was the dagger-sharp gaze piercing through the cracked door–

Alexander’s.

Meeting her son’s eyes, Nina smirked. He watched, unblinking, as she fucked into Yvonne ruthlessly.

“Hah…!”

Each thrust spilled more of Yvonne’s slick, staining Alexander’s usual seat. Nina suppressed his own climax. Not yet.

Seizing Yvonne’s hair, he forced her to look at him. Her glazed eyes were obscenely erotic. Her desperation was palpable.

“Yvonne… How does it feel? Be honest.”

She seemed beyond words, jaw slack. Tears and drool soaked her trembling lips.

“G-Good… I think… ngh…!”

“Good girl… What do you want?”

Her mind was molten. The cocks pistoning into her cunt and ass lit up every nerve. Almost–

“H-Harder…! Please…! Sob–! Aah…!”

The study door slammed shut. Nina laughed.

* * *

From the moment she woke until sunset, Nina never left Yvonne alone. Even at night, Yvonne was tormented relentlessly. And it wasn’t just Nina–she wielded Ralph like an extension of herself to further break Yvonne down.  

Had Yvonne been spared, she might have pitied Ralph, his body a canvas of horrific scars. But as it was, she could barely keep her own sanity intact.  

She stared blankly at Louis, who bounded excitedly through the garden. The walks with Max were her only respite–the one time Nina left her untouched.  

It wasn’t out of mercy or compassion. It was a calculated measure to keep Yvonne’s pain threshold from plateauing. Nina wanted her reactions fresh, her suffering prolonged.  

Still, for those brief moments, Yvonne could breathe. The garden, once loathed, became a refuge–a place where she could let her mind wander under the open sky, far from the suffocating confines of her room.  

“Before your wedding, we must visit the temple together.”  

“Wedding…? M-my wedding?”  

Nina smiled softly at Yvonne’s pale face.  

“Don’t worry. You’ll live in this castle with your husband.”  

“…”  

She didn’t know who the groom would be, but she was certain he’d be horrified at the prospect of marrying someone like her. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to refuse Nina.  

‘A wedding.’ She’d never even imagined it. She had no idea what it would mean for her–only that, in her life, change always spiraled downward. A bad situation either stayed bad or grew worse. Those were her only two futures.  

As she stood frozen, Max approached.  

“My lady.”  

She lifted her head slowly. His face held nothing but genuine kindness.  

“You seem tired today… Shall we go inside?”  

She shook her head quickly. The thought of returning to that room–and likely Nina–made her desperate to delay.  

“I want to walk more.”  

Max studied her face, then hesitantly brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. Heat rushed to her skin, and she looked away. ‘He’s just worried for his master’s daughter. Why am I so flustered?’  

Nina had said her future husband was a knight around her age. Yvonne could only think of one red-haired man who had always been kind to her–the only knight who might tolerate someone as broken as her. And perhaps, just perhaps, he wouldn’t look too disappointed when forced to marry her.  

‘Besides… his kisses aren’t unpleasant at all.’  

“Mmm…!”  

His lips captured hers before she realized it. The arm around her waist trembled faintly. Then his tongue pushed in, claiming her mouth with a desperation that sent sparks down her spine. When she gasped and tried to turn away, his large hand cradled the back of her head, holding her in place.  

The way he devoured her made her feel wanted–a fleeting comfort.  

Panting, she fisted his coat. Only when she was on the verge of fainting did he release her, her legs trembling so badly she sagged against his chest. He caught her instantly, crushing her in an embrace so tight it hurt, then clumsily petting her hair.  

The touch soothed her. For a moment, the horrors she’d endured felt like a distant nightmare.  

Lost in his arms, Yvonne never noticed the icy glare fixed on her from across the garden–the true groom Nina had chosen, watching in silence.

* * *

When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing. For a moment, I thought I’d gone blind–until I felt my hands being dragged above my head, tied tight. Then I remembered. The rough fabric pressed against my eyelids confirmed it. I was lying naked on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard, ankles spread and tied to the canopy frame. My thighs were slick, my exposed sex glistening.

Had I cried myself unconscious? My mind was foggy. I was being punished for something–but the reason slipped through my fingers like smoke.

“Hic–! Ngh…!”

A sob wracked my body, and something thick and warm gushed out from between my legs. Semen, dripping down my thighs, pooling on the already soaked sheets.

Please, let no one have entered this room while I was out. Let no one come before Nina does.

It must have been hours since he left. The pressure in my bladder grew unbearable. When did the maids last clean this room? Where was Nora these days?

When I’d first moved to Nina’s chambers, Nora had been happy for me. “The mistress must favor you,” she’d said, beaming like it was her own good fortune. “She’ll teach you everything a lady needs to know, just like her own daughter.”

Tears welled up. No, Nora. That’s not what this is. Nothing like that could ever happen to me–

The door creaked open. I froze, breath hitching.

Footsteps–just one person. Was the canopy still drawn? Were the lights on? Whoever it was strode forward without hesitation, meaning they either didn’t care if I saw them–or knew I couldn’t.

Before I could decide whether to speak, the canopy was yanked back with a violent whoosh. A scream tore from my throat–

“Kya–! Mmph–!”

A large hand clamped over my mouth. I sucked in air through my nose just as a belt buckle clinked. Then something thick and heavy pushed inside me.

No. No, this is too cruel–to take me like this, tied and blindfolded–

I prayed it wasn’t that, but the slap of heavy balls against my skin confirmed it. A man’s hips, broad enough to press against my inner thighs.

I flinched, twisting away–and the hand over my mouth vanished. A scream rose, but before it could escape, another cock shoved past my lips.

“Ghk–!”

A fist tangled in my hair, yanking my face into a sweat-damp groin. He thrust shallowly at first, then deeper, until my throat convulsed around him.

I couldn’t turn my head. My tongue pushed weakly, uselessly. If anything, it only spurred him on–his pace turned brutal, fucking into my gullet like a beast.

Nina? Ralph? But both wore dresses, not trousers. And there was no trace of Nina’s usual perfume. The blindfold grew damp with tears.

The man between my legs gripped my hips, slamming into me with enough force to make the bedframe creak. But I was already so full–of Nina, of Ralph–that it didn’t hurt. Just a strange, shameful pleasure as his length stretched me.

Horrifying. Worse was the pressure in my bladder, growing unbearable. I clenched my abdomen–and he moaned, driving into me harder.

“Mm–! Nngh…!”

Bound. Violated by strangers. Blindfolded so I couldn’t even see my torment.

Just as fear choked my breath, the cock in my throat pulsed. Hot cum flooded my mouth, so much that it spilled past my lips even as I gagged. He pulled out roughly, leaving me coughing, spitting–

Then light. The blindfold was gone.

Blurry vision cleared to reveal a smiling face.

“…Mother…?”

Nina stepped back, but Ralph remained buried inside me. I begged, voice breaking:

“Mother–ah! Mother, p-please–just, just a moment–nngh, make him st-stop…!”

She ignored me, picking up a dress from the table. Desperation forced the humiliating truth out:

“Hic… M-Mother… I-I need to–ahh–pee…!”

“Speak properly.”

A whimper escaped. Tears fell freely. But wetting the bed would be worse. I forced the words out:

“I–I need to use the toilet–please–ah!”

As Ralph violated me, Nina dressed leisurely, adjusting her wig. The moment our eyes met, something inside me snapped.

“Hah–! I-I’m gonna–I’m gonna piss–ah, ah, AHHH!”

I came with a scream, soaking the sheets–and Ralph’s thrusts–even more. He didn’t stop, fucking into the mess until my thighs and stomach were slick.

“Ralph. Enough.”

He withdrew instantly. My body jerked–a gush of cum trickled from my gaping hole.

My thighs trembled, as if inviting them. Their gazes stayed locked between my legs.

I squeezed my eyes shut. The sound of urine hitting the sheets followed. Nina’s disappointed tsk.

I sobbed openly, humiliated beyond measure–spread open, pissing myself in front of them.

“You really can’t keep your holes to yourself, can you?”

“Hic…!”

As the stream tapered off, my body shuddered. Nina’s laugh slithered into my ears. I couldn’t even open my eyes–until her next words struck like lightning:

“Ralph. Clean this filthy girl with your mouth.”

“Mother, I’m sorry! Please, not that–!”

My eyelids flew open. I thrashed, but only succeeded in rubbing my sore hips against the wet sheets.

Ralph’s dark face hovered over mine. His smirk mirrored Nina’s perfectly. I pleaded with him like I had with her:

“Please, don’t–!”

Useless.

His arms hooked under my thighs. He stared at my swollen, abused sex–then lowered his head.

“NO!”

A hot tongue licked through the mess of cum and urine.

Darkness swallowed my vision again.

My throat burned. My eyelids were too swollen to open fully. A presence nearby made me whimper instinctively. My own voice came out hoarse, barely audible.

Cold liquid trickled into my mouth. I swallowed greedily–even water tasted sweet after such thirst.

“Lady Yvonne…”

Nora’s trembling voice. Forcing my eyes open, I found her face–worried. Had anyone ever cared for me like this? Only her. Only Max. Tears spilled over.

“How could they…?”

How much does she know? Shame curled in my gut. Had she seen me like that? But the bed was dry, my body clean. Did Nora… wash me? My face burned.

“Lady Yvonne.”

“…Mm.”

Her voice wavered, but her words were firm. Resolute.

“If you keep enduring this quietly… something terrible will happen.”

So she did see. I couldn’t meet her eyes.

“When you go to the temple tomorrow…”

I listened to her hushed words, half-convinced I was dreaming. By morning, I barely remembered a thing.

* * *

The gathered congregation couldn’t help stealing glances at Yvonne Schmidt. Though her wide-brimmed hat cast shadows over her eyes, the delicate slope of her nose, petite chin and full lips visible beneath clearly marked her as aristocratic beauty. 

What truly drew attention wasn’t just her golden hair, but the luminous porcelain skin that seemed to glow even in the dim chapel light. A few gentry and castle regulars recognized her and averted their eyes, but most continued staring unabashed.

Yvonne clenched her trembling hands together, fingertips buzzing with nervous energy. Her legs threatened to cramp from tension. As she subtly shifted her weight, the rod inserted within her shifted abruptly, drawing a thin whimper from her lips.

“Ngh…!”

When she staggered, Nina beside her smiled sweetly and steadied her. Yvonne stared at the hand supporting her – even through lace gloves, those fingers were far too large to belong to any woman. The strength in that grip could lift her like a straw doll.

How had she ever believed Nina was female? Her head throbbed.

“Feeling unwell, dear?”

“N-no…”

They both knew exactly where discomfort plagued her. Seeing Yvonne’s flush, Nina’s smile deepened. 

“The gardens here are quite lovely if you need air.”

For a moment, Yvonne nearly refused on instinct. But recent… lessons had taught her the cost of defiance. She nodded meekly.

Nina watched with amusement as Yvonne limped away, each step clearly painful.

The chapel gardens were indeed beautiful – marble statues, grand fountains, blooming roses – but Yvonne’s gaze locked onto a crude door half-hidden by ivy.

“Through the greenhouse… servants’ entrance…” she murmured Nora’s instructions like a prayer.

The deserted path allowed no witnesses as she slipped through. Beyond lay the slums, where ragged citizens eyed her fine clothes suspiciously. Normally their stares would paralyze her, but today she moved with singular purpose. 

Right at the blue roof, past the fishmonger, left at the…

“Third house with yellow curtains.”

The unlocked door creaked ominously. Dust motes swirled in the gloom. Though her steps faltered in the oppressive darkness, she pressed on upstairs to the specified wardrobe.

Curling inside, she trembled at the skittering of rats. The cramped darkness felt familiar – not so different from Sebastian’s dungeon with its rusted chains and vermin. There too she’d huddled sleepless, fearing the rats would devour her.

Yet even in her worst moments, escape had never crossed her mind. Until Nora’s impossible suggestion:

“Sir Max will come at dusk. Flee together.”

Flee? How could someone like her survive outside? Death would be kinder.

The absurdity struck her – since when did she follow orders so blindly? She couldn’t even navigate town alone normally. This wasn’t like her at all.

As panic set in, she realized with dawning horror – she couldn’t remember the return path. Her hands shook violently against her knees.

Something was terribly wrong. The way she’d recalled Nora’s instructions with unnatural clarity, moved with uncharacteristic purpose… This wasn’t her own will. 

The thought of Nina’s retribution if caught made her blood run cold. But when she tried to remember turning back, her mind went blank – as if that option had been erased. 

Trapped between terror of escape and impossibility of return, Yvonne sat frozen, her breath coming in short gasps. The wardrobe walls seemed to press closer, the darkness swallowing her whole.