Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows!

It started with a small doubt.

The day before yesterday, startled by a hand touching her shoulder, she had instinctively attacked Rafe with a dumbbell. The doubt stemmed from how Rafe had dodged her attack, scrambling away like a fox evading a pouncing hen.

"Why? How did that bastard dodge my attack?"

It was a perfectly natural question, considering Eleonora had tried to kill him countless times. Inside the cage where he confined and dominated her, she had never been able to carry out any action that would harm him.

It wasn’t that she stopped midway; the execution itself was impossible.

For instance, the moment she filled a bucket with water to splash his wretched face, the bucket would suddenly become as heavy as a boulder (Eleonora didn’t actually consider a boulder heavy, but for the sake of metaphor), dragging her down until she fell into the water herself.

Or when she tried to clamp her jaw shut to bite off the cock that was ruthlessly violating her mouth, a jolt of pleasure would strike her spine, forcing a convulsing, spine-shattering orgasm out of her instead.

Or when she was being plowed from behind, doggy-style, and instinctively lashed out with a kick, her leg would lose its force and drape affectionately over his arm as he held her hips.

Even her unconscious actions were blocked or distorted if they carried any intent to harm him. (Though, in that last case, he seemed to secretly enjoy it, so he used that position often.)

Like this, it was impossible for Eleonora to harm Rafe in any way, and Rafe must have known this better than anyone.

But he dodged.

Was it just a reflex? Animal instinct? Before she could investigate the doubt further, the dumbbell swinging like a pendulum between her legs, yanking at her swollen clitoris as if to tear it off, had distracted her.

Regardless, Eleonora felt the need to look into this. She put it into action. She pretended to kiss him but bit his lip, or left hickeys all over his body.

And finally, she succeeded in drawing blood.

She saw the bright red blood—something she had never been able to see while inside the pen—right there in his living room, on his bed.

Wondering if perhaps the act was considered "service" rather than "harm," she bit him again and again after that.

And finally, Eleonora realized.

"That bastard... he can’t control me at will outside the pen."

"I lacked information and let myself be broken by him just as he pleased. Even though I had chances to escape, I didn’t resist once, behaving like an elephant tied to a stake, just letting him train me...!"

It was the common story about how to tame an elephant.

If you tie a baby elephant’s foot with a steel chain, it eventually learns that it cannot break free. Even when it grows into an adult powerful enough to snap the chain and escape, it remains bound by the limits it set for itself, never attempting to break the shackles.

When Eleonora had first heard this story, she scoffed, thinking it was a method only applicable to beasts and asking how it could possibly apply to a human.

But perhaps it was because she had been broken into a sow, lower than a beast, by Rafe’s hands.

Even when he dragged her out of the pen for humiliating exposure training, even though she could have escaped his grasp countless times, she—like that elephant, no, like a stupid sow—subconsciously believed she couldn’t resist him.

"Kuuuuh... Kuuuuuh..."

"You sleep so soundly... Just, so soundly...!"

What was he thinking, letting her loose outside? Was it pure arrogance? Or...

[ There’s no need to do that anymore. Even if you had doubts, they vanished the moment you stepped in here. ]

Rafe’s words flashed through Eleonora’s mind.

It was what he said when he promised to return her sword.

"No... need?"

Does he mean he’s perfectly broken this Eleonora, despite having no power to defend himself? Does he mean his doubts about me have disappeared?

Eleonora’s jade-white hand gently wrapped around Rafe’s throat.

"If I just squeeze this hand a little, his neck will snap and he’ll die. What is he trusting in?"

But the moment was brief. Eleonora soon withdrew the hand that was choking Rafe and stood there, looking down at him.

"I don’t know why, but you have wasted a whole day. One of the precious three days you have left to live. You threw away valuable time where you could have enjoyed my body, my cunt, to your heart’s content before you die."

Foolish man.

Does he think he can enjoy this voluptuous, lewd flesh he personally trained forever?

[ Just so you know, my arms are always open. The chance to swear your fall and become my sow is always there. ]

Hearing his voice flash through her mind again, Eleonora’s body began to heat up.

"Don’t make me laugh. You think I, Eleonora, would fall for such filthy lust? For a... delicious cock...?"

She scoffed as if it were ridiculous and turned her head away, but her eyes kept drifting to his crotch.

"I-I would never fall... I... never..."

Her eyes went blank as she watched her own hand reaching out toward the bulge under the blanket. Her left hand suddenly shot out and snatched her right hand back just as it was about to lift the covers.

"That will absolutely not happen...!"

Hmph! Snorting loudly again, Eleonora turned her head sharply and glanced at Rafe. But seeing him still deep in dreamland with no intention of returning, she gritted her teeth and stomped toward the entrance.

"Fine! You’d rather sleep than enjoy this pussy? Suit yourself!"

Hmph!

If she wanted to kill him, she could do it right now. But as she had thought earlier, there was no guarantee he hadn’t placed some trap on the anal beads he had shoved into her ass.

While barrier magic dissolves upon the caster’s death, curses often maintain their effect even after the caster dies. If he had put such a trick on these beads, she would be in big trouble.

So, three days. Now two days. She would wait for the anal beads to slowly melt inside her asshole and observe the effects on her body. It wouldn’t be too late to kill him then.

"Hmph, really, do whatever you want."

But despite knowing this, Eleonora left his house huffing and puffing, her anger refusing to subside.

"Stupid bastard! Moron! Impotent fuck who can’t even eat the meat right in front of him!"

She was fuming like a steaming kettle, unable to stop snorting. Her walk was unrefined, stomping heavily with a pigeon-toed gait—she looked exactly like a sulking child.

It was a starkly different image from the woman who had glared at Rafe with the eyes of an avenger just moments ago.

"Seeing his face just pissed me off. Fine, you stay there. I’ll have my own fun."

Now that she was away from him, the maddening anxiety had lifted.

Perhaps because of the rage, or perhaps for another reason, she needed to cool down her heated body.

Eleonora walked straight to the greatsword stuck upright in front of her pigsty. Just like before, she grabbed the hilt and let her upper body hang loose.

"Besides, I decided to forget that bastard’s cock quickly... I need to accept a body that lives without a cock... Haaahn...♥"

Sliding her ass out toward Rafe’s house, Eleonora reached down to her crotch with the same right hand that had tried to lift his blanket earlier.

And then—

Schlick—

Just as she had been thoroughly broken to do, she used her index and middle fingers to spread her pussy wide, revealing the pink flesh, and then began to slowly shake her hips back and forth.

As if it didn’t matter who was watching—as if she had ever cared about such things—she shook her ass. Sometimes hysterically, sometimes playfully, like a wandering adolescent. Her pussy gaped and twitched, opening and closing like a hungry mouth. Eleonora brought her fingers to her lips and licked off the fluid—a mix of her own juices and leftover semen—muttering to herself.

"Hnnngh... How many chances do you think you have left to taste this supreme cunt...? I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you really are a foolish man..."

More importantly, being this aroused... to cool this body...

And so, under the pale blue moonlight, Eleonora performed a dance that seemed to insult the moon itself—obscene, filthy, dripping with lust, yet somehow earnestly begging the moon for something—until the heat in her body subsided.

"There isn’t much time left... Fufu."

And then, the second day came.

"Aaaaaaah... Why?! Why won’t you come to see me today either?!!?"