Chapter 16: Shadows over Engalwood Part 4

A/N: This is a sensitive issue that might get a bit dark. I'll briefly touch on some more difficult aspects, but there will be strong insinuations regarding a topic that many find very sensitive.

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Chapter 16: Shadows over Engalwood Part 4

Leah screams and thrashes, her eyes wide with fear. Two mercenaries look at each other and then grab her arms. Then a third forces her mouth open and then shoves his cock into her mouth.

"That's it, slut, suck my cock."

The mercenary begins thrusting his cock into her mouth while another one slides his finger in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck, she is wet. I think this slut is enjoying it," the second mercenary says.

"Well, let's find out," the first man replies. He pulls his finger out and shoves his cock into Leah's very loose pussy.

Leah's time being trained and played with by the Bishop had completely transformed her from who she used to be into who she is now. As the mercenaries had their way with her body, she flashed back to when it all began, realizing she never had a chance.

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"Hello, Bishop." Inside the cathedral in the royal capital, two cardinals of the clergy brought a young girl to a fat, pig-like man dressed in immaculate white robes made of the finest silks.

The girl's eyes darted around the grand cathedral, taking in the towering stained-glass windows and the ornate golden altar. With a self-satisfied grin, the Bishop leaned forward, his rings glinting in the candlelight.

"What's this, another merchant from the streets? Welcome, my child," he said, his voice oily and ragged. "You are here to begin a new life of service and devotion.

The girl swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear and uncertainty, not fully understanding why. The cardinals released their grip on her arms and pushed her toward the Bishop. Though they said nothing, their eyes reflected only disgust, fully aware of the girl's fate. She wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last—at least not until another bishop with enough political power could rise and topple the monster who currently sat among their highest ranks.

"This will be your home now," the Bishop continued, spreading his arms wide to embrace her. "You will learn to obey and to serve. Do you understand?"

A shiver ran down her spine as the oversized man embraced her, her body sinking into his fat. She opened her mouth slightly to speak, but no words came out.

"Good," the Bishop said, patting her head in a way that felt more like a gesture of ownership than comfort. "Your training will start tonight, and from this day forward, you will be my personal apprentice if anyone asks."

The girl, her heart pounding in her chest, looked over her shoulder, searching for any sign of escape or an ally in this unfamiliar place. The cardinals had already turned their backs, their heavy robes rustling as they retreated down the long aisle, leaving her alone with the Bishop.

"Now tell me, girl, what is your name?" the Bishop asked, his tone demanding.

"I... I don't have one," the little red-headed girl finally managed to respond, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well then," the Bishop said, his grin widening with a sickening satisfaction, "you shall be called Leah from now on. Welcome to the church."

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A sharp slap to the face from the mercenary with his cock in her mouth jolted Leah back to the harsh reality.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, girl? Who said you could zone out?" the mercenary snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do you have any idea how many men are waiting their turn? You better start putting some real effort into it, or things will get worse for you!"

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, the strands catching painfully in the hinges of his gauntlet.

Leah struggled against his grip, trying to pull away from the pain.

"I said, get on with it!"

The mercenary thrust his hips, driving his cock deep into her mouth, just to learn she no longer had a gag reflex.

"See, bitch, you love my cock, don't you? Oh, fuck, this slut's throat feels amazing!"

"Wish I could say the say about her pussy; it's too fucking loose... tighten up bitch, or I'll go for your ass!" He yells, slapping her in the ass, the metal gauntlet causing Leah more pain than pleasure.

Leah struggles, tears running down her face.

"Oh, no, I like a girl who puts up a fight." The man chuckles.

The second mercenary grabbed her by the hips, sliding his finger along her slit before forcing it into her asshole, which was also much loser than he had expected.

The mercenary thrusts his finger deeper into Leah's ass, causing her to scream into the cock, muffling all sounds coming out of her mouth. He grins, enjoying it all. "I knew you, you were a filthy whore."

Meanwhile, the third mercenary watches, his cock hardening as he waits for his turn. He licks his lips, imagining what he will do to her next. As he turns his head towards Elizebeth's who isn't fighting but actively participating in being fucked and screaming the loudest in pleasure.

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The night air is chilling, but the bed feels even colder. Yet sweat beads on the obese Bishop's body as he rolls over yanks the covers off and sits on the edge of the bed.

A sense of satisfaction washes over his body as he glances over his shoulder. There, lying motionless on her stomach, tears silently pouring down her cheeks and staining the bed, is the red-headed girl, Leah.

The Bishop clapped his hands, and a woman emerged from the doorway in a simple yet elegant habit. Her face showed that she was no more than ten, maybe fifteen years older than Leah, but her eyes held an emptiness to them, as if she had given up all hope and accepted her fate.

"Sister Marguerite," the Bishop commanded, his tone cold and commanding, "ensure my new toy is cleaned up and prepared for my next leisure time. And don't forget to check if she possesses the potential to become a priestess."

Sister Marguerite approached, her face expressionless. As the sister moved closer to the girl's side of the bed, her body tensed at the nearness of the Bishop's words.

"You must be pleased now that there's finally a replacement," he said with a sick grin evident even from behind. "You were about her age and struggled as she did, though she succumbed far more quickly. Leah couldn't see it from the direction her head faced, but Sister Marguerite's hands trembled, and sorrow finally etched itself onto her face."

She glanced at Leah, her heart aching for the girl's suffering because she knew it far too well. With practiced composure, she replied, "Yes, Your Eminence. I will see to it."

The Bishop nodded, satisfied with her response, and left the room without another word.

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Leah's body shuddered as the mercenary's cock thrust deeper into her throat, her mind still reeling from the sudden transition from the memory of her first night with the Bishop to the present. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, mingling with the saliva that dripped from her lips. The mercenary's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers tangling in her locks as he used her for his pleasure.

The second mercenary's finger continued to probe her ass, the sensation both painful and humiliating. She could feel him smirking at her reaction, enjoying her discomfort.

The third mercenary, unable to wait any longer, moves towards Leah, roughly pulling her up from the other two and onto her feet.

"What the hell are you doing?" the first two mercenaries shouted in unison.

"You guys are taking too long! This isn't your lover, she's a whore! Finish up and get lost! She has three holes, and I'm going to use one of them now!" the third mercenary retorted crudely.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth continues to moan and scream in pleasure as the old mercenary thrusts deep into her ass. She reaches out and grabs another mercenary's cock, stroking it as her eyes grow blurry. The lust tattoo on her stomach glowed brightly in the dark, but none of the men seemed to care as they already knew what it was. "That's right, bitch, take all that cock, let that inner slut out," he sneered, his breath hot and fetid on her face. "You're nothing but a worthless whore, and you'll always be one."

Elizabeth couldn't fight the power of the seal as her ravenous hole seemed to drain every cock that dared to enter any of her holes mercilessly.

Elizabeth's moans intensified as the old mercenary picked up his pace, pounding her relentlessly. Her grip tightened around the other mercenary's cock, stroking it with a **** need. The glow from her tattoo illuminated the large tent, casting eerie shadows on the men's faces as they watched her **** herself. "You love this, don't you, slut?" the old mercenary growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark. "You love being used like the filthy whore you are." Elizabeth could only whimper in response, her body wracked with pleasure and shame as she gave herself over to the lust that consumed her.

The old mercenary's crude laughter echoed through the dimly lit tent, mingling with Elizabeth's moans of ecstasy. As the lust tattoo on her stomach pulsed with an otherworldly glow, dark energy began to swirl around her writhing form. Suddenly, a powerful **** surged through her, amplifying her desires and twisting her pleasure into something primal and insatiable. The mercenaries watched in awe as Elizabeth's eyes blazed with an intense red hue, a sinister smile creeping across her lips.

Elizabeth's eyes lock onto the next mercenary, and she feels a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She reached out to him, her fingers brushing against his rough, calloused hand. The man grins, his teeth gleaming in the dim light, and he steps forward, his trousers already undone.

He grips her hips, pulling her towards him, and Elizabeth gasps as she feels his hardness press against her entrance. The mercenary thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside her, and Elizabeth moans, her body shivering with pleasure.

Leah watched Elizabeth, or at least tried to when another cock wasn't being **** back into her own mouth.

"What's the matter, slut? Can't get enough cock? Let's give the whore some more!" Yet another mercenary said, laughing. The other mercenaries cheered, their voices ringing through the air.

Leah closed her eyes again, her mind drifting back to her younger days in the capital.

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"What the fuck do you mean?" the Bishop screamed at the top of his lungs, slamming his fist into the oak desk. The **** of the blow startled Leah, who was hiding beneath it at the time.

It had been three years since Leah was taken in by the church and became the piggy Bishop's personal "apprentice." The light in her eyes had faded, much like it had in Sister Marguerite, who was no longer around. Without enthusiasm or hope, Leah opened her mouth and leaned forward, resigned to the task she was there to perform.

"What the hell do you mean I have to go to some godforsaken place on the edge of the country?" the piggy Bishop yelled, nearly standing up, causing a gagging sound to come from under his desk.

The piggy Bishop was addressing a group of other bishops who had come to inform him that it had been decided he would be sent to Oakwood. As the gagging sound echoed through the room, the other seven bishops looked at him with expressions of disgust.

"You expect me to go based on damn fairytales? Don't think I don't know what this is..."

...

"My personal affairs don't interfere with..."

"... you pieces of sh...."

"Enough!" Another Bishop commanded. "This decision is final. Your presence in Oakwood is required, and no amount of protest will change that. Your... indiscretions have not gone unnoticed, and this is a chance for you to redeem yourself."

Once the room was empty, the piggy Bishop slumped back into his chair, his anger boiling beneath the surface.

"Enough, my mood has been ruined," he snarled. "And don't think for a second that this changes anything for you."

Following a wet audible pop, she climbed up from under the piggy Bishop's desk, giving him a silent nod, then quickly running off while wiping her lips.

Two months later, Leah stepped off a carriage, now dressed as a clergy member, in the small town of Oakwood. The village was so tiny that their arrival was a major event, drawing most of the townsfolk out to see the Bishop.

As she looked around, Leah noticed two children in particular—a boy and a girl, no older than eight or nine. This was the first time she saw them: Elizabeth and Hi'kim. The little blonde girl ran forward with a big smile on her face, introducing herself to the older girl.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth! Welcome to our village. Who are you?"

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"Ahhhh!" Leah cried out and abruptly returned to the harsh reality she now faced.

The mercenaries released inside all her holes, releasing into each of her holes before tossing her aside like a dirty rag.

Leah lay on the cold ground of the tent, feeling used and discarded. Pain radiated through her body, mingling with a numbness that threatened to consume her entirely. She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive.

As she struggled to regain her bearings, the sound of footsteps approached. It was another group of mercenaries ready to take their turn, inciting fear in her face.

"N-no more... N-no more, please!" Leah pleaded, curling up into a ball. She noticed Cecilia was there for the first time, unmoving and unspeaking, her eyes empty and devoid of tears, as if she were utterly broken.

"Wrap it up, boys. Morning's coming, and I need these bitches back before the sleeping **** wears off on that damn wizard," a familiar voice commanded. The flaps of the large tent opened, and in walked the piggy Bishop, accompanied by a man clad in black armor inscribed with runes.

"I still say you should've brought the princess too. We could've broken her in and made her useful, unlike these nobodies you've brought," the runic mercenary said, signaling his men to wrap up their fun.

"Are you a fool? Bringing the princess now would reveal my involvement far too early to people beyond my control! Grabbing her prematurely could jeopardize the entire plan. First, we need to deal with that damn wizard and his father before targeting the royal family," the piggy Bishop snapped.

"Wizard this, wizard that... You keep complaining about this boy and his father, but I have not seen anything special about them. So far, the boy hasn't demonstrated abilities beyond those of an average wizard," the runic mercenary retorted.

The mercenaries moved around the tent, gathering their belongings and preparing to depart and return the girls to the underground chamber. Leah remained curled on the ground, her body trembling with exhaustion and despair. She stole another glance at Cecilia, whose blank stare pierced through her. There was no comfort in Cecilia's gaze, only resignation and defeat.

The piggy Bishop turned his attention back to Leah, his stare piercing through her like icy daggers. "You seem to have forgotten who your master is," he said coldly, his voice a harsh rasp. "You mistook my kindness for weakness, and now you're going to learn the consequences of daring to challenge your master."

Leah's heart sank as the piggy Bishop's cold words filled her with dread and resignation. She knew resistance was futile at this point, yet a tiny ember of hope did return when her eyes fell on Elizabeth. Hi'kim was her only hope for forgiveness and escape.

The mercenaries bustled around the tent, packing their belongings and preparing to return the girls to the underground chambers. Leah's body trembled with exhaustion and despair as they led her back to the dark, cold confines of the chamber. Once inside, she collapsed to the floor, closing her eyes and letting the darkness envelop her as she fell asleep.

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Hi'kim's eyes opened, and he didn't recognize his surroundings for a moment. He looked around, smacking his lips as he tasted the mustiness of the chamber's air. Gradually, his memory returned, and he realized where he was. He glanced down at the old, musty table where he had fallen asleep, its surface cluttered with maps and sketches.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess. The dim light of the chamber flickered, casting long shadows over the parchment sprawled across the table. Standing up, the young wizard walked to the entrance leading into the more enormous hall.

There, many of the remaining villagers lay **** on the ground or slumped against the walls, including his traveling companions. They all looked utterly exhausted, having worked tirelessly until they collapsed from mana exhaustion, their energy spent on non-stop healing and unaware of what Leah and Elizabeth went through throughout the night.

"Well, let's get started," Hi'kim said as he walked back into the small chamber. He held his hand out and spun his finger in a circular motion.

"Clean!" he spoke.

A soft glow emanated from Hi'kim's finger, spreading throughout the chamber. Dust and grime lifted from surfaces, disappearing into the light until the chamber that had been there untouched for years was now spotless.

Next, he moved to an area off to the side, knelt on the ground, and began casting the Create Food cantrip. A small assortment of fruits, vegetables, bread, and dried meats materialized before him. The aroma of freshly baked bread and the sweetness of ripe fruits filled the air, mixing with the stale atmosphere of the chamber air.

"Now for the moment of truth," the wizard declared, casting a third spell.

"Enlarge!" he commanded, but the food only doubled in size, nowhere near enough to feed everyone in the chamber.

"Here we go," Hi'kim muttered to himself, glancing over his shoulder to ensure Elizabeth wasn't within earshot. "Chaos magic: spell destabilization!"

As Hi'kim invoked the chaotic magic, a subtle ripple spread through the air, barely perceptible yet potent in its effect. The ambient magic in the chamber fluctuated, causing minor disturbances in the fabric of the spells cast within.

Immediately, the food that Hi'kim had created began to shimmer with chaotic energy. The underlying rules of the Enlarge spell began to unravel. The bread expanded rapidly, swelling to several times its original size, reaching comical proportions with loaves as large as several men stacked together. Apples and oranges grew to double the size of an average human head, their colors vibrant and their skins glistening with the excess magic.

"Stabilize... stabilize..." Hi'kim mumbled to himself as he carefully controlled the chaotic energy. He didn't want another chaos storm like the one he had caused back in Oakwood. He had promised Elizabeth that he wouldn't tamper with this magic again, yet not even a month had passed before he found himself using it again.

"I'm sorry, Liz," he muttered to himself as he continued to control the chaos, guiding the excess magic into a stable equilibrium. Finally, after several long minutes, the food settled into its new forms, and the chaotic magic dissipated.

Hi'kim sighed in relief, then turned his attention back to the rest of the chamber. The food was only the first step; next, he needed to wake everyone else up and divide the food among the people.

Walking back into the main chamber, Hi'kim scanned the area until he spotted Cecilia fast asleep in a corner. Hi'kim approached Cecilia quietly, careful not to disturb her slumber. He knelt beside her, reaching out to gently shake her shoulder.

Her eyelids shot open in terror, and she began screaming, "No, please stop! I surrender! No more!" Her cries startled the wizard, causing him to jump back in surprise while others in the chamber stirred awake at their leader's distress.

Hi'kim swiftly approached Cecilia, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "Cecilia, what's wrong? You're safe here," he assured her, his voice steady despite the lingering echoes of her screams in the chamber.

Cecilia stared at the wizard, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy. Slowly, she recognized him and the situation she was in. She had fallen asleep against a wall, and the rest of the village was resting around her.

"L-leave her to me," Leah said, stepping up behind Hi'kim.

"What's going on with her? This is..." Hi'kim started, but Leah cut him off.

"It's possible she's just tired, and the stress of the situation is catching up with her. That's all we can assume since we only met her yesterday and know little about her usual demeanor," Leah replied calmly and logically, though she avoided eye contact with Hi'kim. "Don't you have other things to take care of? We all have our duties right now, so please don't get distracted by what falls under mine."

Hi'kim stared at Leah for a moment, then turned to address the group. "We have food for everyone," he announced. "Please stay where you are, and we will distribute the rations to each of you."

While Hi'kim held the chamber's attention, something else caught the eye of the elven ranger, Aafje. She stood up and moved towards one of the chamber's larger openings, noticing markings and scratches on the ground that hadn't been there hours earlier. It dawned on her that they had all fallen asleep without setting a lookout or discussing rotation times for watch duty. This oversight troubled her deeply; anyone could have found them without anyone being the wiser.

Aafje looked up and scanned the area again as a final, chilling thought struck her: what if the enemy was already hiding among them?