CHAPTER 176: IT’S GONE (HEAVY SMUT 18+)

The doors opened again.

Four stepped through this time.

Lord Garvin Tolemar strode in first, cloaked in crimson and dripping entitlement. His regal jaw twitched beneath a well-trimmed beard, but his eyes immediately locked on the candle-lit dais—and froze. The moaning bodies suspended in shame. The scent of cum, wax, and humiliation that clung to the air like perfume.

Behind him followed Lady Meris, a striking woman with silver-blonde hair and the brittle poise of someone who knew her world was ending but didn’t yet accept it. Her hand trembled slightly at her side.

Then came the sons—Kellen and Kaedric.

Twins.

Twenty years old, clad in tailored tunics that clung to their well-sculpted frames. They moved like they were still at a royal ball, chins high, boots clicking with precision—until they saw the hanging figures, the naked bodies, the branded shame leaking wax onto the floor.

Kellen’s smirk faltered. Kaedric’s brows drew together, confused and angry.

Allen stood above them all, silent on the dais, his gaze like the weight of a falling star.

No words.

Just judgment.

They didn’t kneel.

So the guards made them.

Heavy hands slammed them to the marble. Garvin was forced to his knees first, grunting as the guards twisted his arms behind his back. Meris didn’t struggle. She let herself be lowered, but kept her eyes fixed on Allen.

Kellen and Kaedric resisted until the magic hit.

A subtle shimmer in the air—just a twist of Allen’s wrist.

And they dropped.

Both twins collapsed to the ground clutching their groins, screaming.

It hit like fire. Like a vice clamping shut from the inside.

Kaedric rolled onto his side, howling. Kellen kicked his legs out straight, fists pounding the floor.

Allen stepped down from the dais slowly.

"Testicular Torsion," he said simply.

The chamber was silent, save for the twins’ screams.

"Your sons were captains in your city’s fighting pits. Not for glory. For profit. For sport. You kidnapped beastkin gladiators, broke their bodies, bet coin on their screams—and then sold the survivors to brothels when they couldn’t fight anymore."

Garvin didn’t deny it.

He glared up through clenched teeth. "We gave them purpose. Food. A place to live."

Allen’s voice was ice. "You gave them cages. You branded them. You called them animals."

He crouched beside Kaedric, who was now sobbing into the stone.

"Feel like an animal now?" Allen whispered.

Kaedric moaned in response, his legs twitching uncontrollably. His cock and balls throbbed visibly through his trousers—swollen, discolored, nerves screaming.

Allen stood again, and gestured.

Two guards tore the twins’ tunics open from the waist down.

Their cocks flopped limp, balls already purple with the cruel twisting. The sight alone made Meris gasp, her hand flying to her mouth.

Allen raised one brow at her.

"Do you weep because they suffer—or because they’re no longer untouchable?"

Lady Meris said nothing.

He turned to the oxkin girl with the coal stick.

"Her first."

Meris flinched as the girl approached. Her gown was torn open with ceremonial grace. Her breasts were bared, soft and elegant, the years kind to her body. The coal was pressed above them, and two harsh words were written across her pale skin:

PIT MOTHER

Meris choked out a sob.

"My sons... didn’t do those things themselves..."

Allen spoke flatly. "You helped run the books. The bets. The sponsorships. You bought the uniforms they wore. You fed the wounded to the dogs."

"No—no, that was only rumor—"

"You chose the colors for the fighting pit flags," Allen said. "Red and gold. Blood and coin."

Meris collapsed fully to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

Allen turned to the twins.

The spell still held.

Kellen writhed. Kaedric’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.

Allen didn’t stop it.

He simply stepped closer and crouched again. Gloved fingers reached down and gripped Kellen’s sack with terrifying gentleness.

"Do you know what happens when you twist something too far?" he murmured. "The pain stops. The damage doesn’t."

Kellen whimpered. "Please... please, I can’t—"

Allen squeezed.

Kellen screamed.

Kaedric tried to crawl away—but the guards shoved him down and held him there.

Both twins thrashed. Their sacks turned a deep, ugly shade of violet. Thin trails of clear fluid began to leak from the tips of their dicks—pre-orgasmic tears from tortured bodies.

Allen finally stood and stepped back.

"Let them hang," he said coldly.

Chains were lowered from the ceiling. The twins were dragged upward, arms spread, their swollen balls dangling like bruised fruit between their legs.

They groaned. Trembled. Sweat poured from their faces. Kellen had pissed himself. Kaedric was crying now—raw, broken sobs with no dignity left.

Meris looked up at them—her boys—watching them twist and shudder with every breath.

Allen stood before her.

"You raised them to crush others. Now they will sway for your sins."

Then he turned to her again.

"Bend her."

Guards grabbed her, forced her upper body down onto the stone platform. Her ass raised, her legs spread. A thick, enchanted dildo was brought forward—shaped like a bull’s cock, complete with a wide flared head and subtle barbs along the shaft.

Meris screamed as it slid in. It filled her instantly. Her body arched, tears bursting from her eyes as the magical shaft began to rotate slowly, dragging along her walls with maddening pressure.

"You built the pit," Allen said. "Now feel it inside you."

She moaned and gagged, saliva dripping from her lips. Her body was trembling violently—but her cunt gushed.

Allen watched her twitch beneath the dildo’s motion, then nodded.

"Candles."

Two thick white ones were brought forward.

The dildo was yanked free with a wet pop.

Wax replaced it.

One candle pushed deep into her pussy. The other into her ass. Meris screamed—less from pain, more from the shame.

Allen lit both.

The first drops of wax fell.

Drip.

Drip.

Hot, white trails ran down her trembling thighs, her folds, her asshole. She jerked. Tried to close her legs—but the guards held her wide.

She was lifted next.

Hung upside down.

Like Thalira before her.

The wax pooled inside.

Slow.

Filling her.

Every new drip slid along swollen walls, seared sensitive nerves, painted shame deeper and deeper into her body.

Kellen and Kaedric hung beside her—one twitching, the other unconscious, both reduced to dangling sacks of pain and punishment.

Allen turned to Garvin.

The noble knelt alone now, unbroken but cornered.

Allen approached him.

"You orchestrated the deaths of twelve beastkin champions by sabotaging their meals. You called it insurance."

Garvin said nothing.

Allen gestured again.

The guards ripped his robes from behind. His back was exposed. His pants yanked down.

Allen didn’t touch him.

But the crowd did.

The beastkin guards took turns flogging him—long leather lashes soaked in bitter oil. Each strike tore into his skin, red blooming across pale flesh like war paint.

He didn’t scream.

Until Allen said:

"Again."

The lash cracked harder.

Again.

Again.

Until blood dripped from his ass and thighs like spilled ink.

Allen turned to the scribes.

"Brand them all."

On Meris’s upside-down body, across her shaking belly: PIT MOTHER

On the twins’ torsos, burnt in with iron: SHOW PONIES

And on Garvin’s back: NO HONOR

They were hoisted together.

Four bodies in shame.

Three used. One broken.

All hanging before the court as the wax burned, the blood dripped, and the candles cast long, flickering shadows on the walls.

Allen turned to the doors.