In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 138: (R-18) [Chapter - ] - The Feast of the Dregs

Chapter 138: (R-18) [Chapter - 138] - The Feast of the Dregs

The heavy stone door ground open, the gears shrieking in protest.

It wasn’t a monster that stepped out of the darkness. It was worse.

First came the smell. A wave of stench hit the dungeon chamber. It was a thick, suffocating stench of weeks of unwashed sweat, rotting teeth, and dried blood.

Then, they stepped into the flickering torchlight.

Ten men. Men who had forgotten what it meant to be human

These were not the elite Blackfang Bandits. These were the Dregs. The bottom of the barrel.

Ones the mightiest who lost their sanity and forgot they were ever humans.

The ones the Bella kept in the back to dig latrines, butcher carcasses, and dispose of bodies.

They were massive, hulking brutes covered in grime, their skin scarred and pockmarked, their eyes yellowed and filled with a starving hunger.

They shuffled into the room, their boots squelching in the damp filth.

They looked like a pack of starving dogs looking at a fresh side of beef.

Caelum, still gasping from the agony, looked up. His eyes widened in horror.

"Who..." he wheezed, "Who are these animals?"

Seraphine stood by the wall, her face a mask of impassive ice. She took a sip of the wine Leo had handed her, swirling the crimson liquid in the glass.

"I told you, Aliana," Seraphine said softly, her voice cutting through the heavy breathing of the Dregs, "I told you that your punishment is not over."

"I will make you pay for every wound on Finn’s body."

She gestured to the ten men with her glass.

"Meet your new suitors."

Malcom stepped forward. The handsome Steward looked at his former lover, Caelum, with a look of utter, cold disgust. He turned to the Dregs.

"The Lady has given you a gift, boys," Malcom announced, "The Lord and his daughter. They think they are better than you. They think you are dirt."

The Dregs growled low in their throats.

"Show them where they belong," Malcom whispered, "Do with them as you please. Break them. Use them until they are nothing but empty husks."

Caelum panicked. He tried to puff out his chest, summoning the last shreds of his authority.

"Stand back!" Caelum screamed, his voice cracking, "I am Lord Caelum Dargan! I command you to halt! If you touch me, I will have you all flayed! I will..."

THUD!

One of the Dregs, a man with a missing nose, simply stepped forward and kicked Caelum in the face.

There was a wet crunch. Caelum’s head snapped back. Teeth flew out of his mouth, scattering across the wet floor.

The illusion of power shattered instantly.

"Shut up, meat," the bandit grunted.

Two of the Dregs descended on Caelum. They didn’t care about his screams. They grabbed his silk robes, or what was left of them and ripped. The fabric tore away like paper.

In seconds, the Lord of Auravale was stripped naked, his pale, soft body exposed to the freezing air and the leering gazes of the men.

"Please!" Caelum sobbed, realizing with dawning horror that they weren’t going to kill him, "Please, no! I have gold! I have..."

They grabbed him. Rough, calloused hands pinned him face-first into the muck of the dungeon floor. One bandit sat on his back, pressing his face into the dirt.

"Hold his head up," Seraphine commanded from the corner.

The bandit grabbed a handful of Caelum’s hair and yanked his head back. He pried Caelum’s eyelids open with dirty thumbs.

"Look," the bandit hissed into Caelum’s ear, his breath smelling of onions, "Watch every bit of it."

Aliana was trembling. She was huddled against the cold stone wall as far as the chains would allow, her eyes darting between the ten monsters. Her "Thunder Blessing" was useless. She had no mana, no weapon, and no will left.

"Stay back," she whimpered, "I am a Lady. Mother don’t let them..."

The remaining eight bandits surrounded her. They closed the circle.

They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t savor the fear like a gourmet meal; they devoured it like gluttons.

They swarmed her.

"NO!" Aliana screamed as the first hands touched her.

They were everywhere instantly. Rough, calloused, filthy hands grabbed her arms, her legs, her hair. They tore the last shreds of her white combat dress away. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room.

She was left naked, shivering, her pale, noble skin pressed against the blackened, scarred flesh of the bandits.

"Look at her," one bandit laughed, squeezing her breast hard enough to bruise, "Soft as butter."

"Smells like flowers," another grunted, burying his greasy face in her neck, sniffing loudly, "Let’s see if she tastes like honey."

"Scream louder, Aliana," Seraphine’s voice cut through the chaos. She leaned against the wall, watching calmly. "Scream like Finn did when you riddled his body with wounds. Let me hear it."

A particularly large bandit, a brute named Gorag who stood nearly seven feet tall, shoved the others aside.

"Me first," Gorag growled, "I want to break the seal."

He grabbed Aliana by her hips. His hands were massive, his fingers digging into her flesh like iron clamps. He dragged her to the center of the filth, forcing her onto her back.

Aliana kicked and scratched, her nails raking down his arm, but it was like fighting a bear.

"Get off me! You filth! You disgusting animal!"

Gorag just laughed. He dropped his weight on top of her, pinning her to the cold stone. He grabbed her jaw with one hand, squeezing until her cheeks puffed out, forcing her mouth open.

He leaned down.

He kissed her.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion. It was an assault. He mashed his mouth against hers, his rotting, yellow teeth clashing against hers. He forced his thick, slimy tongue into her mouth, exploring the cavern, tasting her fear.

Aliana gagged. The taste of tobacco, and rotten fish flooded her senses. She tried to turn her head, but his grip was iron. He sucked on her lip, biting down until he drew blood, mixing the metallic taste with his own foul saliva.

While he smothered her screams with his mouth, his other hand fumbled with his trousers.

He freed himself. He was massive, thick and veiny, a weapon of flesh designed to hurt.

He didn’t prepare her. He didn’t care if she was ready.

He grabbed his cock and lined it up.

"Open up, Princess," he grunted against her lips.

He thrust forward.

"MMMMMPHHH!"

Aliana’s scream was muffled by his mouth, vibrating in her throat. Her eyes bulged wide.

She felt him tearing into her, stretching her beyond what she thought possible.

The pain was blinding, a hot spike of fire that ripped through her lower body.

He began to move. Rough. Pounding. He slammed his hips into hers, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the dungeon.

He grunted with every thrust, treating her like a piece of meat he was tenderizing.

Caelum, watching from the floor, let out a broken wail, "Aliana! No! Stop it! Stop it!"

But Gorag didn’t stop. He pounded into her, harder and faster, claiming the noble daughter of Auravale in the dirt.

He bit her neck, leaving slobbery marks, marking her as his.

Finally, with a guttural roar, he tensed. He drove deep one last time and emptied himself inside her.

He pulled out, leaving her gaping and weeping, and stood up, adjusting his trousers.

"Not bad," he spat on the floor next to her head, "Tight."

Aliana lay there, sobbing, gasping for air, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Please..." she whispered. "No more..."

She didn’t get a second to breathe.

As soon as Gorag stepped back, the second bandit dropped to his knees. He didn’t wait. He was already hard, already eager.

He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders, folding her in half.

"My turn," he grinned, revealing a mouth full of black teeth.

He drove into her.

Aliana shrieked, her voice raw. The friction was agonizing. She was raw, sore, and terrified.

But the bandit didn’t care. He was rougher than the first, seemingly angry that he had to wait.

He slapped her thighs as he thrust, leaving red handprints on her pale skin.

He grabbed her breast, squeezing the nipple hard, twisting it until she cried out.

He leaned down and licked the sweat from her face, his rough tongue like sandpaper.

"You like that, don’t you?" he taunted, panting hot, sour breath into her ear, "Tell me you like it." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The other bandits were watching, touching themselves, growing impatient.

"Hurry up!" one shouted, "We don’t have all night!"

"Sharing is caring!" another laughed.

Three of them stepped forward. They exchanged a look.

"Why wait?" one said, "There’s plenty of her to go around."

They moved in.

The second bandit pulled out, laughing as he wiped himself on Aliana’s hair. Aliana curled into a ball, trying to protect herself, weeping hysterically.

"Get up," a third bandit commanded.

He grabbed her hair and hauled her up to her knees.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

Aliana shook her head, clamping her lips shut.

’No... please..."

He didn’t ask again. He slapped her hard across the face, dazing her.

He grabbed her jaw and forced it open. He shoved his semi-hard member into her mouth, gagging her instantly.

"Suck it," he growled, grabbing the back of her head and forcing a rhythm.

While she choked, tears streaming down her face, a fourth bandit moved behind her.

"Lift your hips," he snarled.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her back. He lined himself up with her pussy, which was already swollen and red from the previous men. He drove into her from behind.

Aliana tried to scream, but her mouth was full. A muffled keen of agony escaped her nose.

But the nightmare wasn’t over.

A fifth bandit, a wiry man with a cruel scar across his eye, knelt behind her as well.

He looked at the available space. He looked at the tight, untouched ring of her anus.

"I like the back door," he whispered.

He didn’t use oil. He didn’t spit. He just pressed the head of his cock against her sphincter and shoved.

"MMMMMMMM!!!!!"

Aliana’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her body went rigid as a board. The pain was absolute. She felt like she was being split in half.

He pushed harder, forcing his way in, stretching the delicate muscle until it tore.

She was completely filled. Stuffed.

One in her mouth. One in her pussy. One in her ass.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t clench her body.

She was nothing but a conduit for their lust, a piece of flesh being used by three men simultaneously.

The men established a rhythm. It was chaotic, brutal, and demanding.

The man in her mouth thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and drool.

The man in her pussy pounded against her cervix.

The man in her ass grinded in and out, the friction burning like fire.

Aliana’s mind began to fracture.

The "Thunder Blessed" arrogance, the pride of the noble daughter, the girl who had burned a village for muddying her dress... she died in that moment.

The light left her eyes. She stopped fighting. She stopped trying to push them away.

Her hands fell limp at her sides. Her body went slack, accepting the rhythm, becoming the doll they wanted her to be.

She began to whimper. It wasn’t a protest. It was a broken, animalistic sound of submission.

Belladonna, leaning against Leo near the entrance, watched the spectacle with a cold smirk.

"She takes it well for a princess," Belladonna commented, her voice dry. "Most nobles break after the second one. She has... capacity."

Leo didn’t smile. He watched with the cold detachment of a judge witnessing an execution.

Caelum, pinned to the floor, forced to watch every thrust, every tear, every moment of his daughter’s destruction, let out a final, broken wail.

"Aliana..."

His spirit died before his body did. He stopped struggling against the bandit holding him down.

He just lay there in the muck, staring at the ruin of his child, his mind shutting down to protect him from the horror.

The men finished.

One by one, they groaned and emptied themselves into her and onto her.

They pulled away, leaving Aliana to collapse onto the stone floor.

She lay in the mess of blood, semen, sweat, and filth. She was twitching uncontrollably.

Her eyes were vacant, staring at nothing. Her mouth hung open, drool pooling on the stone. Her body was marked with bruises, bites, and tears.

She wasn’t Aliana anymore. She was just... leftovers.

But the other five bandits were still waiting. They were grinning, unbuckling their belts.

Seraphine stepped forward. She looked down at the broken duo. She looked at the shell of the girl who had tormented her.

She felt... light. The weight of years of suffering had evaporated.

She looked at Malcom.

"The Lord has seen enough," Seraphine said calmly, "Why don’t you let him on the fun?"

Malcom nodded.

He eyed The bandits and the two Bandits holding Caelum down smirked. They made the lord stand up.

"Take care of, My Love!" Malcom spoke with a smirk playing on his lips, "My darling likes it rough!"

At the same time, the remaining bandits reached down. They grabbed Aliana by her ankles.

"Round Two!" one of them shouted.

They dragged her back into the pile, her body limp and unresisting.

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