James was collapsed on the floor, broken.
The pain that had turned into pleasure, soon became pain again. The guards were merciless in their desire and Diana wasn't satisfied with only cumming once.
Or twice. Or even three times.
James had lost track of who was even inside him this point, his vision brick walled by pelvis's as he was completely dominated.
He didn't have any more tears left and could only pray that his torture would end soon.
It didn't.
Diana had forced him to command his new slaves to have their way with him as well.
He couldn't move now and Diana's humiliation was starting again.
"Oh my.. that seems to be your limit today.. looks like I'll have to continue this tomorrow.."
James couldn't believe what he was hearing, this woman wasn't satisfied with this!? How much more could he take before it ends.
Then he heard her chuckle a bit after a pause, her voice turning sadistic.
"Lady Mallory, thank you for bringing your son before me today, your quite the splendid mother."
His mothers voice was hoarse and full of frustration.
"… Don't mention it Lady Diana, it's the least I could do.. James turned a children's petty squabble into something more than it needed to be."
James couldn't believe his ears.
'Getting raped is a petty squabble…?'
"Very true Lady Mallory.. though, I am concerned you know. Mother to mother that is…."
Her voice paused, building tension.
"… As a mother it's good to let our children bear the consequences for their actions.. It's just that we, as mothers, shouldn't forget to discipline them as well.."
She was alluding to something horrific. James could feel his terror rising again as the last thread of trust he had for his mom, vanished.
"Lady Mallory I can also see how frustrated you are with him."
Her eyes had pointedly looked down at his mothers solid length.
"Please do what a good mother would.. I implore you to punish your child."
Mallory audibly gulped and clenched her teeth in response, her eyes losing focus as she took in the words.
"Lady Diana that would be a little improper-"
"I insist."
James could hear his mother breathing heavily as a war raged inside her. James's trust was gone, but the hope remained that she had a sliver of paternal care for him.
James turned his head slightly to look behind him. His butt was still in air and a constant stream of semen leaked out, even now. He caught his mothers eye and then glanced down at her throbbing shaft.
He felt his body betray him as he involuntarily winked his gaped hole at her.
This was the turning point as his mother stopped trying to resist her lust and plodded heavy footsteps towards him.
'Why?! She's supposed to be my mom.. she's supposed to take care of me and nurture me, not take advantage of me with my abusers!'
The eyes he thought that had been all cried out, flowed once again.
His dread increased as she came closer and closer.
He thought that if he just took this without complaint then it would be over. He was wrong.
Diana was coercing his mother into something that would change his family dynamic forever.
His crazed mind could only come up with one answer to stop this wickedness. He activated [Entoxicating Scent].
Instantly the room was filled with the thuds of women falling to hands and knees as they prostrated themselves.
Diana's form was particularly grotesque as her large stomach swung back and forth as she rocked her hips.
James layed in filth for a long time till he felt his strength great enough to sit up. He didn't have time to spare to wonder about what the consequences of his next actions would be.
Unsteady, he painfully got to his feet. He brought his knife out from his inventory to use it's stat boosts.
He felt a little more strength flow into him and he started walking.
This was something James hadn't done since he was an orphan.
He ran away.
Just like the countless foster families who tried to take him, James ran. Except this time he didn't know where he was going.
Outside the Troth estate's grounds, a thickly wooded forest surrounded on all sides.
He kept up his slow trudge through the woods and stumbled many times. It had gone from morning to night and back to morning before he found an old tree with a patch of cleanish moss. He sat and rested his back against it as he fell asleep.
When James woke, his thoughts still hadn't returned to him as his body moved. He was on autopilot as he numbly kept going. The sun moved up and down the sky.
He was getting stronger each day and the distance he covered was great. His hazy mind gradually started to come back to him. His fight or flight wore off and James blinked as he took in his surroundings for the first time in three days.
There was a foul taste in his mouth and he smelled. His thirst and hunger were immense as he studied his torn feet.
They were bloody and ripped from the dense forest floor and his body had several thorns in it. He was as naked as the day he was born and nature had been unforgiving to him.
A sound of rushing water finally caught his attention off in the distance and he moved again. He winced and brought out a regeneration potion he received from the random encounter battle.
He down it quickly and felt his wounds knit and foreign matter expel from his body.
He thought a little and reminisced the not so distant past. That carriage ride was when he first got to know his mom. His mother...
'I…'
James shook his head clear, he didn't want to think about it now. The memory of her standing there as he was assaulted was too fresh.
James finally broke the tree line and saw rapidly moving stream in front of him. There was an even greater rush of water coming from his left and went towards the sound.
Around a bend, James was pleasantly surprised to see a waterfall pouring down a cliff face.
Getting closer, he couldn't believe his eyes when saw a classic cave placed right behind the water curtain.
He dove into the wide pool at the base and swam over to it. He he wiped dried blood and picked the crusted white off before exiting the ice cold water.
The interior of the cave wasn't the biggest and he could see a lump of strangely hairy brown rock.
James was even more confused as the lump started moving.
His confusion became panic as a giant brown bear turned its head to look at him.
James almost fell backwards into the water before he realized he wasn't in danger.
The familiar pattern in which it moved its body let him know that it wasn't a threat.
With a deep sigh, James walked over and plunged his knife into its throat.
'At least I won't go hungry..'