Reward #5

The fifth and final of the reward scenes. Also, I'll be slow writing this weekend, because Momocon.

Tribulations

Lea Hunt, Paladin of Pofmis, the Chainbreaker, Goddess of Freedom, sighed, as she rubbed her swolen belly. Just a couple months ago, she had given birth to her firstborn child, a Half-Gnoll female. The little pup’s teeth made suckling uncomfortable, but she didn’t resent the child for that. She was an innocent, after all, and she would do what she could to ensure the child did not have to go through the troubles that she did. With the help of her husbands, she could do quite a bit.

Hers was a strange relationship, even by the standards of this new world they had been thrown into by the System Apocalypse. Romance writers would call it a steamy love triangle (even if there were four of them in the situation), while the seedier side of the internet would claim that it was a reverse harem. One woman and three men, all bound together, with the woman having already born one child, and carrying a second? Yes, it was ‘nontraditional’ to say the least. Most would say quite a bit more.

Worst of all were the ‘faithful’. The religions of the old world would call her relationships shameless and sinful and say that they were going to hell when they died. Hell. As if she needed to die in order to experience hell. She had seen more of hell’s true face on Earth than they could even dream of. Hell was not a place where one went when one died. Hell was the twisted webs of evil men, and it very much existed on earth.

Her descent into hell had started one afternoon, in the fall of her Senior year of High School. What should have been a happy time, as she finished up her high school career and looked forward to new experiences in college and going forward to earn her degree and begin a career in the ‘real world’ and all that stuff had turned into a nightmare. Her hopes and dreams had been shattered, torn, and ripped asunder by someone she had never expected to do that to her, as she fell deeper and deeper into his power.

Oh, she wasn’t so naïve as to say she didn’t have any responsibility for it. It was, after all, her mistakes, her sins, that had allowed that evil man to gain power over her in the first place. If she had not made those mistakes, hell would not have come to claim her.

She could still remember that horrible, horrible day, the day when everything she had thought or dreamed for the future had come crashing down. Romantic thoughts of ‘true love’ or ‘saving herself’ died that day. And her tormenter had made sure that she knew that every trial and tribulation she suffered was her own fault.

It had been a normal day in the fall of her senior year, when she got a message from Coach Thomas that he needed to see her after school. In hindsight, she should have run, and never shown up. Instead, she trusted. Coach Thomas was in charge of the volleyball team, after all, and she was one of the rising seniors. Maybe he was going to offer her the Captain’s spot?

How naïve she was. How stupid. Like a lamb to the slaughter, she went to the Coach’s office in the back of the gym. Everyone was already leaving for the day. The football team was off on the field, but they had their own entrance and exit to the locker rooms from the field side, so they didn’t need to tromp through the halls in their cleats. The coach’s office was isolated, and even if it wasn’t, the concrete block walls and thick door did a surprisingly good job of soundproofing things when the door was closed.

“Hi, Coach! You wanted to see me?”

Coach Thomas looked up from where he had been adjusting one of the digital cameras they used to film games so they could study the tape and see what went right and what went wrong. She didn’t know what the camera was for, but maybe he was just testing it to make sure it was working before the season started? It would suck to not get film because the camera was busted.

“Ah, Lea. Yes, yes I did want to see you. Shut the door and sit down.” Something in his tone alerted her that she was not here to be named Captain, but was in trouble somehow. But she did as she was told, and shut the door before sitting in one of the two chairs on her side of the Coach’s desk. Coach Thomas looked her in the eye, and said, in a tone she couldn’t quite identify, “I’m afraid that something has come to my attention, and I wanted to talk with you privately about it, to keep it from causing you too much embarrassment in front of your friends.”

That hadn’t sounded good, even at the time. Was she in trouble? She hadn’t done anything wrong at school, so there shouldn’t be any problems, right? Her expression must have conveyed her worry, because Coach didn’t wait for a response, instead reaching into the drawer of his desk and taking out a file folder. He rose from his seat as he tossed the folder down in front of her like a proclamation of doom. “I want you to look at this.” That was all he said. That was all he needed to say.

She barely registered him walking around the desk as she opened the folder, and saw pictures of herself! Each picture was of her, and she was at Walmart. Why did Coach have these pictures? She didn’t even recognize the sound of him turning the deadbolt in the office door and taking out the key, she was so confused. Wait, she recognized the outfit she was wearing, and the date stamp. This was from last month, just after school had started. She had gone out, to get a new outfit for her 18th birthday, and… Oh, no, there was a picture of her stuffing the outfit in her backpack. She didn’t know how he got the pictures. She hadn’t even known anyone had even spotted her shoplifting!

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Lea. Very naughty indeed. This is the kind of thing I would need to throw you off the team for. There would have to be a note put in your permanent record as well, when the principal calls the police so that they can investigate. You can kiss those scholarships and college recommendations goodbye. You’ll be lucky to get into the tech school. Assuming you stay out of jail.”

It was like a thunderbolt had hit her. Jail? Her? Oh god, she could actually go to jail? And he would throw her off the team? But she couldn’t get thrown off the team! She needed it on her transcripts so that she could get into a good college! She had a plan and everything!

In the middle of the whole world crashing down on her, she looked up at her Coach, hoping against hope that he might be able to help her, somehow. “Please, Coach! You can’t kick me off the team, or tell the principal! If I don’t get into a good college, I’ll be stuck in a dead-end job my whole life! I’ll never get to be a doctor if I can’t get into med school!”

“Lea, Lea, Lea. You have to understand the kind of position I’m in here. You’ve done wrong, and have to be punished. If I had never had evidence of this, then it would just be hearsay, and I could have ignored it. But now? If I let you get away with this, then that makes me an accomplice. That affects me, and my life. That’s a lot of risk to try and bail you out of your own mistake.”

“Please, Coach! I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything to make it up to you! I’ll help clean up after practice. I’ll do extra work. Please, you gotta let me off!”

Through the tears that welled up in her eyes, she could see Coach’s expression change into something less than comforting, something predatory. “Anything?” He smiled down at her, and placed one hand on her shoulder. “Well, I suppose there is something you could do to keep me from taking this to the principal…”

She was scared of his tone, even then, but at the moment she was too scared of the consequences of her crime being exposed ruining her long-term goals to think of that. She looked up at the Coach like she was a drowning person and he was offering her a line to pull herself up out of the water. “Yes, anything! Please, Coach!”

She was too shocked to say anything when his hand reached forward and roughly grabbed her breast. She still had not found her voice again when he roughly pulled her top up, over her head, revealing her C-cup breasts. The sudden feeling of air against her nipples told her that he had pulled up her bra at the same time. He leaned over her, towering over her cowering form, and said “Fine. Then until graduation, you’re my bitch. But it ain’t all bad. You get to be Captain, so no one questions why you’re spending so much time with me.”

It wasn’t until he whipped out the largest, and first, penis she had ever seen in real life (her little brother when she had helped to change him as a baby didn’t count) that she started to find her voice. Unfortunately, she had barely opened her mouth to tell him off before it was full of flesh. She had always been a good girl, as far as boys were concerned. She knew what getting in trouble with pregnancy could do to her plans. She had never gone past some kissing, maybe a bit of light petting. Now she had a man’s cock getting shoved down her throat!

“If you bite me, all that information is going out on social media before the police get it. All your friends will know what you did. Now be a good bitch and suck. Get me good and hard.”

She had never done that before, and it showed. Coach told her as much as he smacked her across the face with his hand, and then again with his now fully erect penis. She was crying now, unbelieving at what was happening to her. Dimly, she realized that she was in shock, that was why she didn’t resist when he pulled her up, and bent her over his desk. That was why she didn’t move when he flipped up her skirt and smacked her but. That was why she just lay there as he pulled her panties down.

When she felt him rubbing her bare pussy, though, the shock faded, for a moment. She screamed, tried to struggle, but he was ready for her. He was too strong, and he had position over her. There was nothing she could do except scream. And oh, did she scream as the violation truly began.

She tried to ignore what was happening to her body as she looked into the lens of the camera. How many girls had he done this to before? Had any of the previous Captains been abused like she was? Oh god, why hadn’t any of them said anything. And then she saw the camera again, and the red light. He was filming her rape!

She screamed, and struggled, as his hands violated her outside while his penis ravaged her insides. He was bigger than the toy she used at home, when she needed some ‘release’, and he knew where to touch her body. He’d clearly practiced raping schoolgirls before. And, despite herself, her body began to respond.

She lost track of things after that. It felt like he raped her for hours and hours. She came once, to her shame. As she began building to a second shameful orgasm, she grit her teeth as he pulled her hair, making her look directly into the camera. His hot breath coming heavily in her ear. “I’m going to cum inside you, bitch.”

“No! Not inside me!” She screamed. She struggled. She pleaded. All of it was in vain. She cried, in shame, pleasure, and anger as she came again, and he followed through on his dark proclamation, filling her untouched womb with his sperm.

That had been the start of months of hell. He held the pictures and the tapes of her rape over her, forcing her silence. She had tried to fight back, but that made him rape her harder than before. When the System came, and he disappeared, she thought herself free. And then she learned about the truth of the Demon of the Dungeon.

The door of the little chapel and clinic opened, disturbing her reverie. She turned, and saw the six soldiers that had gone into the dungeon and come out looking haunted and broken. They spread out between her and the only door, as one of the women, a spellcaster of some kind, used a spell scroll, and she felt the muffling effect of a spell to keep prying eyes and ears from catching on to what was about to happen. The captain stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, but the Demon made us sign a contract.”

Lea knew hell, all right. And, once more, it had come to visit her.