CHAPTER 41: [R-18] THE WHITE GENERAL

The tent still smelled of melted snow and coagulated blood. The torches flickered gently, casting red shadows on the canvas that pulsed like living wounds. My prize had just been brought to me.

She entered without a word. Liora Veyra, White General of the Eastern Domain. Her pale scale armor had been torn off, piece by piece, thrown to the ground like useless skin. All that remained was a dark, torn fabric, pressed against her thighs and her breasts, swollen with exertion and fear. Her wrists, bound behind her back, forced her chest to bulge, her nipples erect despite herself, hard from the cold and shame.

She still walked straight, her head held high, but her eyes betrayed what she wanted to hide: she had seen the plain strewn with corpses, she had seen my swords dancing in the blood of her riders, she knew that her screams had stopped nothing. The White General was now nothing more than a woman who had miraculously survived.

I remained seated on the makeshift throne, a simple chair covered in hides, the armor open against my glistening skin. My sex was already throbbing against my thigh, heavy, impatient. I didn’t bother to hide it.

A brutal ringing ripped through my skull. The [System] interface was imprinted on my vision.

[System – LUST v2.01]

New Quest: Subdue an Enemy General

Target: Liora Veyra – White General of the Eastern Plains

Conditions: — Break her will; — Force her allegiance

Rewards: Automatic allegiance of the target + 1500 shop points

A smile tugged at my lips. The System itself wanted me to enslave her. And it was paying me for it.

I scrolled through the shop with the tip of my mind. The blue lines scrolled by, each item dirtier than the last. Then my eyes fixed on one of them.

[Passive Effect – Enemy Libido Increased ×300%]

— Cost: 500 points

— Description: The target becomes unable to suppress their sexual fluids, orgasms, and reactions. Their psychic defenses crack under the onslaught of pleasure.

I didn’t hesitate.

[Purchase confirmed – 500 points spent]

[Effect applied immediately]

She tried to keep her head high. But I knew. Her body already belonged to me.

—So there she was... the famous White General. The immaculate rider. And now... a female dog ready to drown in her own wetness.

I let a dirty smile twist my mouth.

—And now, a female dog chained in my tent.

She gritted her teeth. Her throat vibrated, but no words came out.

I stood up, slowly, each step echoing against the hardened ground. I was taller than she was without her armor, heavier, more massive. I placed my hand on her chin, forcing her face upward. Her icy skin trembled against my burning fingers.

—You have a choice, Liora Veyra. Either you continue playing the General and I’ll offer you up to the camp, in front of my men, to be pierced like they did to your troops. Or you become what you already are: a loser. And you lie down for me.

She tried a laugh, dry, nervous.

"You... you think I’ll give in?"

I slid my hand from her chin to her throat, pressing just enough to cut off her breath. Her eyes widened, and I slammed her violently against the central pole of the tent. Her neck thudded, a dull sound. Her whole body tensed, her chest crushed against my still-warm armor.

I brought my lips closer to her ear.

"You won’t give in, Liora Veyra. You’ll moan. You’ll beg. And you’ll enjoy your own enslavement."

I released my grip. She breathed in like a drowning woman, panting. Her eyes shone with rage, but her thighs were already contracting, betraying a heat she wouldn’t admit.

I slashed the ropes binding her wrists. Her arms fell back, numb. She hesitated for a second—her last—before raising her hand as if to strike me.

I grabbed her wrist, spun her around with a brutal gesture, and slammed her stomach against the post. My other hand pulled back the fabric that served as her skirt, revealing the almost insolent whiteness of her buttocks, glistening with sweat and already damp at the crotch.

She gasped, shook her head.

"N... no..."

I laughed, a deep laugh that made the canvas vibrate around us.

"Too late, White General. The war is over. Your body is already mine."

I entered her with a single, brutal, careless thrust. She screamed, a broken cry that reverberated against wood and skin. Her fingers clawed at the post, her thighs trembled, but she remained impaled, unable to escape. Her pussy clenched immediately, hot, burning, as if her body betrayed the hatred in her mind.

I slammed my hips against her, again and again. The obscene sound of our bodies filled the tent, mingling with her strangled moans. Her head crashed against the pole, her cheek pressed against the wood. I pulled violently on her black hair, forcing her back to arch, her breasts to rise forward.

—Say it, Liora Veyra. Say your name. Say who you are.

—Hhhhaa... I... I am...

A thrust of my hips cut her off abruptly, making her scream even louder. Her legs buckled, her pelvis reluctantly sought the rhythm of my assaults.

—Say it!

—L... Liora Veyra! General... of the Eastern Plains...!

I growled, biting her shoulder, leaving a red mark from my teeth.

—Not anymore. You’re no longer the General of the Plains. You’re my white whore.

She screamed, her fingers clenching, and her first orgasm erupted in spite of herself, brutal, uncontrollable. Her juices splashed my thighs, ran down her legs. Her voice broke into a humiliated moan.

I didn’t slow down. I pounded harder, each thrust slamming against her quivering ass.

"Say it, Liora Veyra. Say it or I’ll break you in two."

"N... nnnh... aaah... I... I’m..."

Her throat vibrated, unable to form the words. I pulled her hair again, arching her back, impaling her deeper.

"Say it! You’re not a general. You’re just a whore. My white whore."

— Aaah... haaah... I... I’m... your... w... whore...

A strangled cry escaped her mouth, drowned in a sob. Her thighs contracted convulsively around my cock, her stomach trembled.

— More! Harder!

— I... I’m your... aaahhh... your white whore!

Her voice burst into a scream. Her body arched violently, and a hot jet spurted between her thighs. An uncontrolled squirt, spraying my thighs, splashing the floor, soaking her white legs.

— Fuck... look at you... the White General... squirting like a female dog in heat...

She sobbed, her cheeks reddened, her lips trembling. But her hips still sought my blows, her ass thrusting against me despite her shame.

—Hhhaaah... please... I... I can’t do it anymore...

I slammed my hand over her mouth, impaling her with a sharp thrust that made her convulse. Her eyes rolled back, her legs gave way. I held her upright, forcing her deeper and deeper.

—You can still do it. And you’re going to come again. My white whore can’t stop until I’m done.

She moaned against my palm, her words muffled:

—Mmmhh... mmhhaaah... I... y... your... white... whore...!

Her body writhed in a new wave of spasms, her hips jerking in uncontrolled convulsions. A second spurt spurted out, splashing my thighs and the wood of the post, harder, dirtier still. Her muffled cries vibrated against my hand, a mixture of shame and absolute pleasure.

[System – LUST v2.01]

Sexual Submission: 100% Validated

Forced Allegiance of Liora Veyra, White General: Acquired

Reward: +1500 Shop Points

I blinked, my breath still burning. The General’s body lay against the post, drenched in sweat and moisture, her thighs spread, dripping in glistening streams along her white skin. Her heavy breasts jiggled with each drawn breath, her nipples hardened with shame as well as pleasure. Her swollen lips still throbbed, open, red, dripping like a wound that had just been torn open.

I gazed at her, predatory.

"...Let’s continue," I said hoarsely. "I like your body too much. You deserve to be bound to me."

The [System] reacted immediately. A new screen materialized, violent, like a divine command delivered in the middle of an orgasm:

[New Mission – Bond]

Target: Liora Veyra, General Blanche

Condition: Make her faint from pleasure.

Reward: Permanent Bond

I smiled, my fingers already sliding over her trembling thighs. Her clouded eyes looked up at me, half-lost, unable to comprehend what was about to befall her next.

"Do you think it’s over, Liora?" I breathed against her ear.

I thrust into her with a sharp thrust, her broken cry drowning in my mouth.

"No. It’s only just begun."

General Blanche was still panting against the post, drenched in sweat and shame. Her legs faltered, but her body refused to give in: even broken, she trembled with suppressed rage.

I roughly yanked her back by her hair and threw her to the ground. She rolled in the dust and dried blood from the hides, her heavy breasts crushing against the wool carpet. Her eyes, clouded with tears, stared at me with a defiant glint that was no longer military: it was that of a cornered beast, caught between humiliation and desire.

"Get on all fours," I ordered.

She hesitated, her lips trembling, then obeyed. Her thighs parted of their own accord, her back arching as if inviting me despite her shame.

The [System] vibrated in my skull.

[Mission Progress – Bond]

Psychic Submission: 40%

End Condition: Pass out from pleasure overload.

I crouched behind her. My breath made the skin on her back bristle. She moaned, a sound half grunt, half plea, as I placed my large hands on her hips.

"No... not like that... not again..."

"Yes, exactly like that. You’re not a general anymore, Liora Veyra. You’re my plaything."

She cried out as I gripped her tighter, arching her against me. Her fingers clawed at the ground, her black hair stuck to the nape of her neck, and her moans rose in waves.

"Aaah... I... I’m nothing anymore..."

I laughed gravely, letting my words crack like whiplashes.

— Say it better than that. Spit out your shame.

She turned her head, her eyes misty, and screamed:

— I am... your white slut... your dog... your war whore...!

I slid my hand lower, a finger in her buttocks, surprising her. Her whole body tensed like a bow. She screamed louder, her broken voice oscillating between feigned pain and all-consuming pleasure.

— Nnnhh... aaah... it’s too... too dirty... I... I’m going crazy!

Her hips began to undulate of their own accord, as if her body were desperate for more despite itself. She gasped, begged, cursed all at once:

— Bastard... demon... aaah... keep going... make me burst...!

I grabbed her by the back of the neck, pinning her back to the ground, her face crushed against the soaked wool. She was screaming, almost drooling, her eyes rolling back. Her cries echoed like those of a sacrificed beast, but her loins still bucked against me, seeking every assault.

The [System] vibrated one last time:

[Mission – Liaison]

Psychic Submission: 60%

Final Condition: Passing out from pleasure overload.

Her body convulsed for the umpteenth time, her wetness spurting onto the floor, and onto my body.

Liora Veyra collapsed to her knees, trembling, her thighs covered in sweat and cyprine. Her clammy fingers slid over her buttocks, which she spread open of her own accord, obscenely, offering themselves up like a whore. Her lips trembled, but her body spoke for her: the reddened crease of her gaping ass, the shiny trickles flowing from her pussy, dripping down her white thighs and onto the already soaked carpet.

I gazed at her, my breath ragged. Her open buttocks shamelessly revealed everything: her flesh glistening with sweat, and her dripping intimate area, still swollen from her previous orgasms. The White General, once an ice statue, was now nothing more than an obscene image: a spread ass, a dripping pussy, an offering of soiled flesh.

Her broken voice pierced the silence like a forced confession:

— F... take me... by the ass... Master...

I moved forward. My cock was already glistening, covered in her abundant wetness. I slammed my hands onto her hips and, with a single, brutal thrust, forced myself inside her.

Her scream erupted, raw, animal. Her hands clenched on her still-spread buttocks, her thighs began to tremble, her heavy breasts swinging violently under the impact.

— Aaahhh...! It... it tears me apart...! But... but it feels... so... good...!

Her buttocks trembled, bouncing against me with each impact. Her heavy breasts jiggled violently, tossed by the rhythm, then crushed against the carpet with each jolt, her nipples glistening with sweat.

I landed a resounding slap on her ass, the flesh vibrating a bright red. She screamed louder, her voice breaking.

— Count my spanks.

Snap

— U... one...

Snap

aaahhh... two...!

Snap

three... aaahhh I... I can’t take it anymore...!

I held her by the back of the neck, forcing her to stay arched, offering herself up.

—And now... jerk off. With your hand.

She obeyed. Her trembling fingers slipped beneath her, pressing her swollen clitoris. Her hips rocked on their own, uncontrolled, and her moans became hysterical.

—Nnnnhhh... haaahh... I... I touch myself...! I obey... Master...!

Her words broke into gasps. She pounded the floor with her fists, her mouth wide open, her ass offering itself more and more. Her hand was relentless, her whole body convulsing, her breasts hitting the carpet in an obscene rhythm.

—It... hurts... aaahhh... but... I... I’m cumming... again...!

She screamed, her eyes rolling back, her lips dripping with saliva and shame:

—I’m your whore... your dog... your war female dog...! Tear me apart... take me everywhere...!

The [System] echoed coldly in my skull:

[Progress – Mission: Liaison]

Psychic Submission: 90%

Critical Condition Reached.

I hit her again, my hips slamming against her reddened buttocks, each blow resounding like a sentence. She jerked herself off frantically, sobbing and laughing at the same time.

And suddenly, my cry exploded, hoarse, guttural:

— I’m cumming... in your ass !!!

Her entire body arched, shaken by a monstrous spasm. A burning jet splashed onto the carpet, soaking the wool. Her arms gave way, her breasts crushed to the floor, her legs still trembled from the convulsions. Then she collapsed, almost drooling, her mouth open in a broken gasp.

The [System] confirmed in an icy voice:

[Mission – Link]

Psychic Submission: 100% Validated

Condition Achieved: Fainting from Pleasure Overload

Reward: Permanent link with Liora Veyra, White General.

A glowing rune appeared at the base of her back, pulsing like a hot iron before anchoring itself in her flesh.

I gazed at her, panting, a carnivorous smile on my lips.

"There you go... White General." You thought it was over... It was just a prelude. Now you’re mine. Forever.