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"You killed Signora," Arlecchino hissed. "She died alone in a foreign land. For that, you must suffer."
Lumine couldn't respond. She was gagged and tied up, completely at Arlecchino's mercy. Her clothes had been torn off of her long ago, and she nervously eyed Arlecchino's blades. Would she kill Lumine, or perhaps maim her? She wasn't sure.
"Signora was powerless when she died," Arlecchino continued. "So you will be powerless as well... forever."
Lumine squirmed as she suddenly felt fingers prodding at her cunt. She cried out as they were unceremoniously shoved inside her, the sound muffled by the gag. Arlecchino paid no heed to her suffering, roughly fingerfucking her with no regard to her well-being. Even as Lumine began to bleed, Arlecchino ignored her. Lumine felt no arousal, no pleasure from the torment.
Eventually, Arlecchino grew frustrated and yanked her fingers out of Lumine. “Pathetic,” she spat. “You can’t even be a proper whore. What the Knights of Favonius saw in you, I have no idea.” Lumine only sobbed, the pain between her legs overwhelming.
“You’ve got to have some use,” Arlecchino mused. She moved her focus from Lumine’s pussy to her breasts, fondling and squeezing and pinching to try and get a reaction. When Lumine stopped sobbing and began moaning and whining, Arlecchino knew she’d found a weakness. She leaned forward and sucked on Lumine’s nipple, her free hand roaming between her legs. Lumine bucked into her touch, the pain forgotten for the time being.
Arlecchino divided her attention equally between Lumine’s breasts, bringing the girl to orgasm once, twice, three times. When she pulled away, it was to a glorious sight. Lumine looked utterly defiled, eyes glazed over and thighs stained with blood and arousal. Her breasts glistened with Arlecchino’s spit.
“So that’s how to break you.”