WHAM!!!

The sound echoed through the dimly lit cell as Onalenna's boot landed squarely between Willson's legs. The man screamed, his voice ragged and guttural as the pain surged from his groin and exploded across his body. It was so sharp,and so intense, that for a second, it genuinely felt like one of his balls had burst.

"You ready to talk yet, lover boy?" Onalenna asked, crouching beside her ex-sex partner, her voice cold but amused.

"F-fuck you!!" Willson spat through clenched teeth, tears already slipping down his cheeks.

"Well… guess you're not having kids anymore," Ivy said from behind, her voice light, playful, and even excited.

Onalenna stepped forward and reached between Willson's restrained legs and pulled his balls out from between his thighs, exposed now that he couldn't move. Then she moved aside. Ivy took a small step back… then kicked forward and delivered a brutal kick to the man's groins. Not a jab, but a crushing push. The impact was sharp, direct, and horrifying. Both women heard something pop under Ivy's boot.

Willson howled. His body convulsed, the chains rattling violently as he tried to thrash, but the restraints held him tight. The pain was blinding. There was no room for pride, no space for dignity left.

"He's tougher than I expected," Ivy muttered, a bit breathless. "Most men would've sung like birds after just one kick."

Onalenna's lips curled into a cold smile. "Let's see how long that tongue stays stubborn after this."

She reached into the embers of the small brazier in the corner and pulled out a dagger glowing red with heat. Flames still clung to the edges. The room flickered with its light, shadows dancing on the walls like demons.

Willson sobbed. His breath came in short gasps, his mind scrambling for an escape. But none came. There was no way of escaping this hell.

Without hesitation, Onalenna drove the burning blade into his left thigh.

SSSSSSK!

The sound of flesh cooking filled the air. Smoke hissed from the wound, and blood sizzled on the red-hot metal. Willson's scream shattered whatever silence had dared to linger in the underground cells of the Hunter's Guild. His body jerked uncontrollably, muscles spasming as he screamed so hard his voice cracked.

In the neighboring cells, other prisoners froze. Some stepped away from the bars, horrified. They couldn't see what was happening, but the screams, the sounds that echoed, and the violence—it terrified them. And none of them would've guessed that the torment came not from demons or warlords… but from two beautiful milfs. Elegant on the surface, but utterly ruthless when crossed.

And yet, Willson refused to speak. He could only endure.

He wanted to talk. Gods knew, he wanted to.

He wanted to tell Onalenna the truth: that Prince Max of Zephandria had sent him to kidnap her so that he'd turn her into his personal sex slave as revenge against Asher who stole his love interests. He wanted to spill it all.

But he couldn't.

This was the part he'd feared all along—being caught.

Max had convinced him that if he were to get caught, he'd come and bail him out. But no one warned him that the women of Eldoria were completely insane, and would torture him ruthlessly. He knew that if he were to speak the truth, they'd let him go. He wasn't really at fault here. He was working under orders.

Yet, he hesitated to speak because if he revealed Max's name and explained everything, if he confessed, the political consequences would be catastrophic. Zephandria was a major kingdom. If Eldoria found out their prince orchestrated a kidnapping, it would trigger war.

And war would kill his family. His wife. His child.

He wasn't doing this for Max anymore—fuck him—he was enduring for them. Despite being a notorious womanizer who always goes around chasing busty lonely wives to screw, Willson actually had a family. A small, peaceful life he wanted to protect

So he clenched his jaw and screamed through the pain.

To protect them.

But the longer he stayed silent, the more agitated Ivy and Onalenna became.

He should've cracked by now.

What secret was so damning that he'd rather die than reveal it?

What did Max really want to do to her after getting her kidnapped? Onalenna couldn't help but ask herself.

Eventually, with Willson's body bruised, burned, and on the brink of collapse, they gave up.

They left him slumped in chains, bleeding, broken, and barely conscious.

"The guild will take care of him."

"Yeah... they'd know the best cause of action."

***

Later that evening…

Onalenna walked down the streets of Eldoria, her sundress flowing with the breeze. The sky had darkened into a purple dusk. The torture session weighed on her more than she liked to admit. Her day had started off so ordinary. Now her thoughts spiraled.

What the hell did Max really want from her?

What made him desperate enough to kidnap her?

But if he saw what they'd done to Willson, and he had even a drop of sanity, he'd know better than to try something like that again.

Especially with her son's birthday coming up.

She reached her home, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Sharon lay sprawled across the couch with a blanket, while Asher sat across the table… counting something.

Her eyes widened when she saw platinum coins stacked on the table.

"What the hell…?" she gasped, shutting the door and walking straight to him. "Darling… where did you get all those platinum coins?"

Asher looked up and smiled. "Oh, hey Mom. Rough day?"

She scowled. Her sheer sundress didn't go unnoticed by her son either, he quickly averted his eyes. It clung to her body in the evening light, her nipples faintly visible beneath the thin fabric.

"It was fine," she said. "But forget that. Where did these coins come from?"

"I made some good sales from my shop… and someone hooked me up with a noble from Zephandria. The King, actually. He paid in platinum."

"...The King? Of Zephandria?"

"Yup."

Her mind spun. Was this why the Prince wanted her? Because of her son's rising influence?

She pushed the thought aside.

"I've heard of your shop," she said, crossing her arms. "Stick & Lick Enterprises, right?"

"Yeah!" Asher smiled proudly.

"It's become quite the sensation… especially among women." She cleared her throat. "I also heard you've been selling some rather… exotic toys."

"Brother dearest said they're called dildos!" Sharon chimed in helpfully.

Asher groaned. "Nobody asked for your input, Sharon!"

Then, to his mother, he said, "Yes, as Sharon has said, they are called dildos. I use a spell I learned recently to turn slimes into… artificial penises."

"Hmm… that's pretty genius," Onalenna said, lips curling. "Though I'm a little sad. My son invents something like that and doesn't even show his own mother. I've never seen one in person, only heard about them."

"I'm sorry l didn't show you." Asher said. "I just thought... it'd be awkward if l did."

"Well... l want to see these dedios of yours!"

"It's dildos, Mom!" Sharon said again.

"Whatever! These… penises. Would you mind making one for me? Just so I can see what kind of magical brilliance my son is creating."

Asher swallowed. She was definitely planning to use the dildos for masturbation.

Still, better she do that than end up with one of those sleazy Zephandrian men.

"...Fine, I'll make one. But I'm out of slimes. I'll need to hunt more."

Onalenna frowned. "Why not just… keep slimes? Raise them yourself. Why waste time hunting every time?"

Asher blinked. "Keep slimes? Isn't that a lot of work? I usually just smash their cores when I'm hunting, then use tbeir bodies for my creations."

She sat opposite him, crossing her legs with authority. "You're still a newbie hunter, huh? Slimes are the easiest monsters to keep. Not the green ones, though. They're annoying. But others? They reproduce fast if you create the right conditions."

"Like what?"

"They love energy. Mana, nature essence… anything that has to do with power. Back when I used to hunt, I'd walk into a forest, pour out my mana, and slimes would crawl out from every direction, drawn to my power."

"Seriously? That easy?"

"Yup. And once you catch them, just house them in a cool, damp place. Not freezing or boiling. Too cold, they'll freeze. Too hot, they'll melt. They need a bit of water in their bodies too, but not too much. And to make them reproduce? Just feed them mana. Let them soak in it. They'll bud off new slimes like rabbits."

"So… they don't reproduce sexually?"

"Not even close. You want to create your penises on tap? Learn to farm slimes."

Onalenna grinned. "Let's go slime hunting tomorrow. I'll show you everything."

"I'm joining!" Sharon announced.

Asher shrugged. "Alright, let's do it."

And just like that, the family had a plan.

Asher: If I learn to keep slimes, I'll mass-produce dildos.

Onalenna: If my son raises slimes, I'll finally get my hands on his creations everyday.

Sharon: If brother dearest makes those toys… I'm definitely trying them out.

And so, a twisted little family was now preparing to head off on a wholesome slime-hunting adventure.

For very unwholesome reasons.

TBC