Village Rempser, Late morning.
In the Lord Alden's village mansion.
In the courtroom.
The heavy wooden doors slammed shut with a BOOM that shook the marble floors.
Lord Alden sat on his throne, fat fingers gripping the arms, face purple with fury.
His son Arun lay broken in the medical wing — body shattered, dick burned to ash, 90 percent dead thanks to Reon.
Someone had to pay.
The courtroom was packed.
Hundreds of villagers crammed shoulder to shoulder, forced here at swordpoint.
Their faces smiled.
Their eyes screamed.
Five naked suspects hung from the Soul-Raping Loom in the center of the hall.
The machine was pure nightmare.
Black iron arms held them high by the wrists.
Thick glowing ropes tied to living boulders hung from their dicks and balls — one kilo, two, three, four, five — pulsing like hearts, stretching the skin until it looked ready to tear.
Mana threads slithered out of the loom like living worms, burrowing straight into every hole.
Cocks.
Asses.
Mouths.
The first suspect's eyes bulged as the boulder on his dick dropped another notch.
Clank… clank…
His balls stretched thin like rubber.
Skin splitting at the seams.
Blood trickled down his thighs in slow red rivers.
"AAAAAHHHHH—MY COCK IS TEARING APART—IT'S FUCKING ME FROM THE INSIDE—WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING—PLEASE LORD ALDEN—HAVE MERCY ON US!"
Lord Alden leaned forward slow.
His voice thick with hate.
"Talk, you worthless dog shit. Who helped that demon destroy my son? Or the Loom will fuck your soul out through your dick until you beg to die screaming."
He snapped his fingers.
A guard poured a full ladle of boiling oil straight onto the stretched cock.
HISSSSSSSSSSS—
Skin bubbled instantly.
Peeling in long wet strips.
The mana worm inside the man's dick thickened.
Wriggled deeper.
Forcing him rock-hard against his will.
Veins bulging.
Pre-cum and blood mixing.
He came hard.
Thick ropes of cum and blood shot out around the worm.
Splurt… splurt… splurt…
His scream turned into a broken moan.
"OH GODS—IT'S MAKING ME CUM—STOP—PLEASE—MY WIFE—MY KIDS—WE'RE INNOCENT!"
The crowd clapped.
Hundreds of forced hands clapping like broken machines.
A fat merchant in the front row smiled wide while two guards behind him ripped open his young wife's dress.
Fingers shoved deep into her pussy right there.
Pumping hard.
She bit her lip bloody and clapped louder.
"Smile wider, whore," one guard growled. "Or we put you on the Loom next to him."
She smiled wider.
Tears running down her face.
"Glory… glory to Lord Alden…"
The second suspect thrashed next to him.
His boulder dropped.
Clank.
Balls stretched further.
Mana thread burrowed into his asshole.
Splitting it wide.
Fucking him slow and deep like a thick barbed cock.
GLUCK—GLUCK—GLUCK—
He shit himself in thick spurts.
The smell mixing with cum and roasted meat.
"PLEASE—MY DAUGHTER IS ONLY TWELVE—DON'T MAKE HER WATCH—WE DIDN'T TOUCH YOUR SON—I'LL SUCK EVERY GUARD'S COCK HERE—JUST STOP FUCKING MY ASS—AAAAAHHHHH!"
Lord Alden laughed low and wet.
"Bring his daughter right now. If he doesn't talk, she sucks a guard's cock in front of him while the Loom fucks him harder."
A side door opened.
The man's young daughter was dragged in kicking and screaming.
Eyes wide with horror.
The crowd clapped harder.
Some men in the back openly jerked off watching.
The third suspect's balls tore open with a wet RRRRRIPPP—
Blood fountained everywhere.
The Loom's threads dove straight into the open wound.
Fucking the raw meat inside.
Another thread started peeling the skin from his chest.
One long curling strip.
Schhhhhhlllllick.
He came again.
Screaming.
Piss and cum mixing with blood on the marble floor.
"IT WAS A RED DEMON—HE FLEW—HE SKINNED LYRA ALIVE—HE BURNED LORD ARUN'S DICK TO ASH—PLEASE—STOP—MY SOUL IS COMING OUT MY COCK—AAAAAHHHHH!"
Lord Alden stood up slow.
Eyes blazing.
"Too late for mercy. Guards—add the Pear to all of them."
The guards grinned.
They forced cold metal pear-shaped devices into each man's mouth.
Then their asses.
Then their stretched cocks.
They twisted the screws.
Click… click… click…
The pears expanded inside.
Cracking teeth.
Splitting cheeks.
Tearing assholes wider.
Ripping cocks from the inside.
The men screamed through broken mouths.
Blood pouring like waterfalls.
The fourth suspect begged through the pain.
"MY MOTHER—SHE'S SICK—PLEASE—DON'T LET HER SEE THIS—WE SWEAR ON EVERY GOD—WE DIDN'T DO IT!"
Lord Alden spat on the floor.
"Make his mother watch while we fuck his daughter on the Loom."
The fifth suspect started flaying himself trying to twist free.
The ropes only tightened.
His shoulders dislocated with sick
POP-POP sounds.
A guard walked up with a fresh knife.
Slowly peeled another long strip of skin from his thigh.
Schhhhhhlllllick.
The strip hung in the air dripping.
The crowd clapped until their hands bled.
A young mother in the back clutched her baby.
Kept clapping while a guard dry-humped her from behind.
Whispering in her ear.
"Moan for me or your husband goes on the Loom next."
She moaned softly.
The Loom spun faster now.
Threads invaded every single hole on all five men.
Mouths.
Ears.
Eyes.
Cocks.
Asses.
Fucking and peeling at the same time.
The men came endlessly.
Screaming.
Souls leaking out with every forced orgasm.
One of them looked straight at Lord Alden.
Voice broken.
"I saw the red demon… he said he's coming back for your entire bloodline… he's coming for your daughters next…"
Lord Alden's face twisted in rage.
"Burn them deeper."
Fiery arrows rained from the mage guards.
WHOOSH —WHOOSH —WHOOSH—
One arrow punched through a man's tongue and kept burning.
Another sank into an exposed asshole.
Cooking him from the inside out.
The smell of roasted meat and shit filled the entire hall.
The public kept clapping.
Some cheered.
Some pissed themselves from fear and clapped harder.
A baker woman in the middle row clutched her apron.
Tears streaming.
"My son worked in that mansion last month… if this is what happens to suspects… what chance do we have?"
A guard behind her grabbed her hair.
Forced her to clap harder.
"Smile or you're next, bitch."
She smiled.
The Loom kept spinning.
The men's bodies unraveled in slow wet ribbons.
Still hard.
Still cumming.
Still alive.
Lord Alden wiped sweat from his forehead.
Voice booming.
"These dogs think silence saves them. Pour more oil! Add the stretching wheels to their limbs too!"
New cranks turned.
Arms and legs stretched.
Joints popping.
Bones cracking.
The screams hit a new level.
Raw.
Guttural.
Animal.
The crowd clapped like their lives depended on it.
Because they did.
Then the massive courtroom doors exploded open with a BOOOOOOM.
Golden splinters flew everywhere.
Every single guard dropped to their knees instantly.
Faces white.
"Commander Selmore the 7th—forgive our filth—we didn't know—"
The man who stepped in looked like pure power and luxury.
Diamond Platinum armor shining under the blood moons.
Crimson cloak flowing like living silk.
Eyes colder than death itself.
He wrinkled his nose at the stench of cum, shit and roasted meat.
"Lord Alden. Your… entertainment… offends the City of Hope and Luxeria."
Lord Alden froze mid-spit.
Wine dripping down his fat chin.
"Commander… what brings the right hand of Lord Clex C. Devour to my humble blood court?"
Selmore's voice sliced the air like a blade.
"A proposal from the City of Hope. The 4th Prince desires the hand of your third daughter — Lady Elara — in marriage. Alliance. Wealth beyond your wildest greed. Protection from demons like the one who destroyed your son. Refuse…
You know what will gonna happen."
The entire hall went dead silent.
Even the dying men on the Loom stopped cumming for one heartbeat.
Lord Alden's four daughters stood behind the throne in their fine silk dresses.
The third one — Lady Elara — beautiful, pale, barely eighteen — went white as fresh bone.
Her hands trembled.
Her lips parted.
"Father… please… I don't want this… I beg you…"
Lord Alden didn't even glance at her.
His voice cold as ice.
"Accepted. Tell the Prince my daughter will spread her legs with pride and joy. The wedding will drown this land in glory."
Elara's whisper died in her throat.
A single tear rolled down her perfect cheek while the crowd clapped like broken machines.
The Loom spun one final time behind them.
The last suspect's heart got fucked from the inside.
Thump… squelch… thump…
He came one final time.
Body twitching.
Cock still hard.
Soul ripped out through his dick.
He died.
The crowd kept clapping.
Miles away in the glittering back alleys of Luxeria—the City of Hope and endless luxury—a small hidden tea house steamed with jasmine and secrets.
The wooden sign outside creaked softly in the warm breeze.
Inside, the air was thick.
Thick with steam from fresh tea & sweet cakes.
Three figures sat at a shadowed corner table.
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