"If you're done, come out. I'm next."
"Finish quickly. There's a line of people who'll do it."
"Don't rush me. Count Valeon cares about his daughter's safety. She won't care about a mere maid like this, so let's take our time!" The pack of beasts didn't seem to have any intention of giving Mireille a break or giving her time.
A sly-looking punk climbed on top of Mireille's stomach and thrust his fully erect penis deep into the lower abdomen of the maid who had just lost her virginity. As the punk's face distorted with pleasure and desire for conquest and he began to shake his hips like a dog in heat, another dull thud began to erupt from between Mireille's legs.
Slap! Slap! Slap! The thug valued the woman he was eating, grabbing Mireille's bare breasts as they shook helplessly under his belly. "How long has it been since you were last held as a woman? You're a natural born slut."
"Isn't she a noble slut that we'll never be able to hold hands with? Of course she's a slut. By the way, you. Tie that noble slut somewhere else. Do you think she can do it properly when you keep staring at her?"
"Oh really. How picky." Seraphina, who was rolling on the floor, was dragged to the next room due to the discomfort shown by one of the thugs. "Mi, Mireille..."
Seraphina desperately called out to her personal maid as she was being dragged to the next room, but the poor sacrifice surrounded by countless beasts just stared blankly into space and showed no response.
As I watched Mireille being raped, I suddenly remembered the princess doll I had played with as a child. It was a precious doll that had been used for a long time and was damaged beyond repair. My mother mercilessly threw the doll, which had blonde hair and blue eyes that resembled me, into the trash, saying she would buy me a new one. 'I don't need a new doll... ' I liked the doll that always slept next to me and spent a long time with me. I sneaked out of the room late at night and went to the trash to look for the doll, but what was there was far from the doll I had cherished so dearly.
There was only a doll that was dirty and filthy with all sorts of filth. The cheerful dedicated maid who had been chattering and walking around the market with me just a moment ago was nowhere to be found. Mireille had become just a piss-catcher who received the desires of countless beasts, just like the doll that had been thrown into the trash. Boom! The heavy door closed and I no longer had to face the cruel reality, but I couldn't ignore the sounds of the beasts enjoying the feast that I could hear from beyond the door.
Seraphina continued to listen to the dull, flesh-on-flesh hitting sound coming from beyond the door, her face pale. Then, at what point did it start? The woman's strange moans began to mix in, and the wet, sticky sound of water began to mix in with the dull, sloppy sounds. "Mireyu...?" The dedicated maid's voice was no longer filled with despair. However, something was broken enough to make the listener feel anxious and nervous. "Ah, haak! Ah, k, huff...! haak?!"
As she listened to Mireyu's escalating moans, her lower abdomen began to tighten and a strange heat began to spread throughout her body just like before. As the dull, slapped sounds became faster and louder, Mireyu's moans and screams also became louder. Then, the dull thud from beyond the door exploded like a heavy piece of meat being struck and the desperate female scream followed Haaa "Mi, Mireille!"
Seraphina hurriedly approached Mireille, who was sprawled on the cold floor, but couldn't help but stop in her tracks, startled by her miserable appearance. The maid's uniform she was wearing was nothing more than rags, or rather, rags. The clothes were torn to the point that it was accurate to say that she was wearing them, and the traces of brutal humiliation were visible through them. Her white, soft skin was covered in colorful handprints and bruises, and her messy brown hair was covered in thick semen and dirty dust. ....Gulp."
Seraphina swallowed dry saliva without realizing it. Her brown eyes, which were always full of playfulness were empty.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo..." Seraphina couldn't suppress the excited gasps that started pouring out of her mouth, and her whole body became so strong that her hands that were tightly gripping the hem of her dress turned white. She forced herself to move her blue eyes that were shaking incessantly as if there had been an earthquake and began to scan Mireille's body again.
Her plump chest, which was covered in bite marks, was covered in the stale seeds of animals, just like her face, and the pungent smell of semen stung her nose. Her clean pink nipples that had never been touched by a man were covered in sticky saliva as if they had been sucked viciously, and the strong smell of the animals' breath wafted out.
"I have to clean it all up..." Seraphina decided that she couldn't leave Mireille, her dedicated maid, alone like this, and looked around to wipe away the traces of humiliation, but there was no such thing as a clean cloth. For her precious dedicated maid, Seraphina committed an act that would have terrified her parents if they had seen it without hesitation. Part of the dress she was wearing had been torn. It had rolled on the floor and was covered in dust and dirt, but it was cleaner than Mireille's body, so she wiped the body of the dedicated maid who had been trampled all night with her trembling hands.
"Mireille. you, just hold on for a little longer. Father will come and save us soon." Seraphina held back her tears and meticulously wiped away the marks of humiliation engraved on the dedicated maid's body.
The feeling of the sticky, thick semen between her fingers was so creepy, but she couldn't stop her hands. She bit her lower lip tightly and wiped, wiped, and wiped away the marks of lust the beasts had poured out. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't completely erase the stains engraved on the dedicated maid's body and soul. Just like a lily that has fallen to the ground and become dirty once can never return to its original state.
Nevertheless, Seraphina worked hard enough that sweat dripped down her forehead. Seraphina, who had roughly sorted out the traces of humiliation that had spread across her face and upper body, turned her gaze to the inside of Mireille's thighs, which she had been deliberately avoiding. Mireille's legs, which boasted milky white skin and smooth curves, were hanging limply like a doll with a broken string, unable to endure the humiliation that had been inflicted all night.
Seraphina's trembling eyes slowly dug between Mireille's legs. Mireille's vagina was gaping open as if it had been thrust into something that did not fit the standard. Mireille's vagina, which boasted clean cracks, was spewing out the thick, turbid fluid that the beasts had ejaculated all night, creating a puddle on the floor.
"Ah..." The moment she saw that, Seraphina's body felt as if it would burst. She was safe because she was the daughter of a count, but just imagining that she would have been humiliated all night if she had been in Mireille's position made her mind turn white.
'You have to wipe it all off.' Most of the knights and soldiers who came to rescue her with her father were men, so at least the traces of humiliation had to be erased to maintain the dignity of a dedicated maid.
The moment she brought the hem of her dress that had absorbed all sorts of bodily fluids to wipe between Mireille's legs, her body flinched as if she had been shocked. "Ugh...!" As Mireille let out a sweet and eccentric moan, Seraphina froze. Did she feel pleasure even in such a brutal humiliation?
She read the remnants of pleasure on the face of the maid who had rolled her fainted. 'Why?' The question that lingered in Seraphina's mind. How could she feel pleasure in such a painful and intense humiliation? To live a little to please the beasts? Or to protect her spirit that was about to be ruined? The black seed created by the unsolvable question took root deep in the heart of the pure young lady.
The pounding of her heart continued to stimulate the black seed in her 'If I had lost my virginity and been defiled by men whose names I don't even know, how would my loved ones, like my father, mother, and older brother, look at me?' Would they pity me? Or would they look at me coldly and cynically, as if they were looking at a precious doll that had been thrown away in a garbage dump?'
Seraphina imagined not only her precious someone, but also those below her who had never dared look at her, looking down on her. Creepy! She felt goosebumps run all over her body and the hairs on her body stand on end. Her lower abdomen, where she had been kicked by the punk, became hot and a faint pain came back. "Haa! Haa! Haa!"
As the sound of her breath burst out of her mouth, the black seed planted deep in her heart slowly
began to germinate and taint the innocent soul of Yeong-ae. The desire for destruction.
In this way, Seraphina's twisted walls began to form, starting from that unusually cold winter.