A "Cruel" Fate (Part 6)

Terrence rushed forward at Islero to begin his assault. Terrence throws his straight punch right at him.

*Woosh!*

Terrence threw a fist with such speed, he caused a gust of wind. With a blow like that would pulverize any normal enemy's skull and brain.

But Islero is not an normal enemy.

Islero pivoted his body and casually evaded Terrence's fist. Islero sees an opportunity after evading, but he does not take it. He continues to gaze at Terrence with a bored expression.

"Oh you dodged? Here's more!" Terrence said and continues with his assault.

Terrence threw multiple jabs, uppercuts, hooks, and straights at Islero. Yet, he effortlessly evades them.

He also noticed that Terrence is breathing heavily.

"The wounds I had healed up, but I'm still worn out. I better wrap this up." Terrence thought.

He then began charged his arms with that yellow energy and began sending a barrage of punches at Islero.

Alexander used his intact arm to vault himself forward past Saeva and into Terrence.

"If you cannot defeat the Hellkins, hold them off until I escape. I have an artifact hidden in my pocket." Alexander said previously before either Saeva or Islero appeared in this place.

*Swoosh!*

Alexander vaults himself over Terrence's shoulder to give himself a greater burst of speed. He flies over Islero who is dodging Terrence's attacks.

However, in Islero's perspective, everything he saw was watching paint peel off the wall. No, Islero could find entertainment by watching paint peel.

He then sighed from how slow this is going and took action.

*WHAM!!*

*CRACK!!*

Islero swiftly punches Terrence in the chest. The impact of that fist reverberated throughout the remote location.

Terrence was lifted 5 feet in the air from the punch.

"BUH-HUAGH!!" Terrence vomited blood and saliva.

From that sound, it was incorporated with the sounds of bones breaking. Terrence's ribs has been fractured where some of his organs were damaged.

In that instance, Islero dashed towards Alexander and grabbed his leg.

"What!? How!?" Alexander exclaimed.

"Hey, don't go anywhere." Islero said. "It's a waste of energy."

*WHOOOSH!!*

Islero flung Alexander by the leg, causing him crash into Terrence.

*Wham!*

The two crashed into each other and skids back to where they stood.

"Terrence, are you alright?" Alexander said.

"No...!" Terrence strained to speak as blood floods from his mouth.

"To think he'd put Terrence in such a state...how powerful is that Hellkin?" Alexander thought.

"That bastard not only broke through my defenses, he forced me out of my Berserk state." Terrence thought. "No monster couldn't even put a scratch on me before!"

"Hey, why don't you all surrender? It's a waste of energy to fight." Islero said as he squats down. "If you tell me what's your goal, I'll let you live."

"Why?" Terrence said, standing up with defiance "What makes you think why should we-"

"Terrence!" Alexander shouted.

*Swoosh!*

In the instant Terrence stood up, Islero was already close to his face. Islero moved at a speed where Terrence's brain couldn't register on what happened.

Soon, his world went upside down.

"Huh?" Terrence blinked on what happened. But as soon as he realized that he is in the air, it already happened.

*WHAM!!*

Islero punched him in the chest again, breaking the ribs that recently healed. He began barreling back towards the wall, the opposite of the exit.

"Gack! Not again!" Terrence spat blood again. "What just happened!?"

"Even with my Blessed Eyes, I barely even see him coming." Alexander thought. "No...that Hellkin is holding back. If he wasn't, we'd be dead in an instant."

*CRASH!!*

Terrence slammed his fist into the ground in frustration, breaking the ground.

"Dammit, that's twice this happened!" Terrence hissed.

"Terrence, we should surrender." Alexander said.

"Huh!? Are you shitting me!? Surrender!?" Terrence yelled.

"That Hellkin was holding back. Both attacks he did to you would've killed you instantly." Alexander said.

"Don't believe me? Watch." Islero said.

Islero released a black ominous aura at the two men. The two were soon pinned down as if a massive weight was placed upon them.

"Such power! This is just as powerful...if not more than Ashley!" Alexander thought, dreading from the intense pressure the Hellkin is exuding. "We...we stood no chance as of now...if only I have my sword."

Alexander sits in a pretzel position and spoke to Islero.

"Alright, we'll answer your questions." Alexander said. Terrence is appalled from what he has heard.

"Dude, are you even hearing yourself!? Why-" Terrence's raving suddenly stops when Islero covered his mouth with tendrils out of Darkness.

"So, who sent you?" Islero said. "Those clothes aren't from this world."

"Arnox summoned me with the help of The Goddess of Wisdom, Mizant. We've been around for at least a year." Alexander explained.

"What's your mission?" Islero said.

"To kill the Tyrants. The Dragon we fought earlier is one. Seeing the fact that you came here, that dragon must've sent you." Alexander said.

"So?" Islero said.

"So, if you spare us, we won't go after the dragon anymore. Sounds good, right?" Alexander suggested.

Alexander made a suggestion to avoid torture or at least avoid death. However, by begging, he cannot guarantee their safety as Hellkins are usually unpredictable.

Yet, Islero didn't kill them right away, because he chose not to.

"Fine, you better keep your end of the deal." Islero said.

{Meanwhile...}

*Smack!*

"Aaaahn!"

*Smack!*

"Hyaaaah!"

*Smack!*

"Nghaaah!"

"Yes, your sweet moans each time I whip you is music to my ears you masochistic whore!" Espada yelled with glee as she continues to whip Brittney.

Brittney's clothes that was torn before is now tattered, showing her pink under garments while her body was covered with red marks. She is also twitching from the throbbing sensations

"Tell me...who sent you?" Espada whispered in her ear.

"Mi...Mizant sent us! She sent us to kill the tyrants!" Brittney said as she was panting.

"Especially the dragon you fought?" Espada said.

"Yes...to save the world from the Age of Tyrants! Too many heroes were dying too quickly and the masses are getting restless." Brittney gasped, her body trembling.

"You want to kill the dragon that I hold interest in?" Espada gasped mockingly.

Instead of Espada whipping Brittney, she began caressing Brittney's torso. More specifically, her lower parts of her rib cage.

"Ah. What...what are you doing?" Brittney asked, twitching from her touch.

Espada bends her fingers and touches Brittney's ribs.

"I won't hunt the dragon anymore...I promise." Brittney pleaded.

Espada giggled and smiled from her proposal.

"I'm sure you will." Espada said.

And then, she began grinding her rib cage.

*Krk-krrrnk!*

"Ngoooooh~!!" Brittney lets out a howl, from Espada's finger joints slowly grinding against her rib cage. Her body twitches violently from the new sensation other than being spanked or whipped.

*Krrnk!*

"Oooooooh~!!" Brittney continues to howl from her ribs being rattled by Espada's fingers.

"Ahahaha! Now that's a delightful scream. You love it when I grind against your rib cage, right?!" Espada cackled, reveling from Brittney's depravity. "Then, how about this?"

Espada stops what she was doing and summons two tendrils of darkness looming from both sides of Brittney.

Brittney slumped over as the sensation was over and began panting.

"I...my mind went blank...my ribs felt like it was about to break." Brittney thought. "If something happens like that again, I'll go insane...!"

It was then she saw the two tendrils of darkness loom in front of her sight.

"Uh...Espada? I won't bother the dragon anymore. I promise." Brittney pleaded.

*Wrooooh...*

More dark tendrils emerge to loom over her after her plea. The tendrils number up to twenty four, twelve on each side of Brittney.

Brittney whimpered at the sight of these tendrils and began to sob softly.

"Please, I beg you! If those things attack, I'll die!" Brittney begged desperately. "I don't wanna die!"

"Oh, don't you worry, my cute, perverted Brittney." Espada said as she caresses Brittney's face tenderly. Espada smiled at her warmly, giving her a sliver of hope.

"I'll just make sure you won't." Espada said, cracking a wicked smile thereafter, breaking what little hope she had left.

In an instant, the tendrils struck her ribs simultaneously without warning.

*Kkkr-KRRNnnk!!*

"NGYAAAAH~~!!" Brittney began howling loudly. Her ribs makes a cracking sound repeatedly, causing excruciating pain to her.

However, due to her masochistic fetish and Espada's Promiscuous Aura, that pain was intensified and converted to pleasure that drives a person to insanity.

Brittney bent backwards as the waves of pain and pleasure surge throughout her body. Her breasts bounced from the sudden jolt, her eyes rolled upwards, and her mouth was agape with her tongue out.

"Ack! Aah! Uuhk!" Brittney gagged and heaved, her body paralyzed with pleasure.

"HAHAHAHA! What a wonderful expression you're showing!" Espada cackled. "Howl for me! Give me more of your sweet moans!"

Espada pulls out her whip and began lashing at Brittney.

*Thwack!*

*Thwack!*

*Thwack!*

"AH-HWAAAAA~~~!" Brittney continues to howl in a different tone, her sounds are that of a wild animal in heat, desperate for something.

"Admit it! You're a perverted animal who loves getting punished!" Espada yelled with glee.

"Aaaagh! Stop! Please have mercy! I'll die! I'll die! I'm losing my mind! " Brittney cried, begging for it to end.

In the next moment, Brittney began squirming. The certain type of heat that wells in between her legs.

Brittney crosses her legs in attempt to curb the heat, but the heat only grows larger.

Espada noticed her predicament and knew what to do with it.

"Espada...please...no more. I'm..."

"About to reach the climax?" Espada answered. "So..."

The tendrils retract, then started grinding her ribs even more than ever.

*Krk-krrrnk!*

*KRRRRRGNK!*

"GYEHEEEEGH~~!!♡♡"

Brittney began to scream even more sloppily. Her body began arching backwards so violently that she could break her own spine.

"YES! Make more of your sounds! Give me more!" Espada yelled, wickedly encouraging her depravity.

"Aaaahn! It's too much! I can feel it coming!" Brittney cried.

"Come on! Let it burst! Fall into the sea of pleasure!" Espada yelled, telling her to climax, to feel relief.

"I'm...I'm...! UAAAH!" Brittney screams as she nears her climax.

Then, the tendrils retracted. The sensation that once assaulted her body has suddenly faded.

Brittney is panting heavily as the sensation stopped, but it also gave her a sense of emptiness. She was at edge of pure euphoria, only to be denied.

"Why did you stop?" Brittney asked.

"Well, the way you're reacting, it doesn't look like you're receiving punishment." Espada said, shrugging her shoulders.

Espada walked in front of her and released the tendrils that bound her.

"You're...letting me go?" Brittney said with confusion.

"You moaning in pleasure instead of screaming in pain killed my fun." Espada said as she's walking away from her.

"But...I'm so close...so close!" Brittney cried.

"You can pleasure yourself for all I care, I'll find someone else to torture." Espada said, dismissing her grievance.

Brittney was dejected, she felt like a toy that became obsolete, doomed to fade into obscurity.

But the feeling in her body remained, yet it had no place to be released.

"Noo...!" Brittney cried, she began squirming from the pleasure of being spanked, whipped, shocked, and the tendrils grinding her ribs. "Not like this..."

"I'm sure your boyfriend will fill in the blanks for you." Espada said as she nears the exit.

"Wait!" Brittney called out to Espada. "Please don't go!"

Espada stops near the exit and looked back. What Espada see that removed her false boredom.

In fact, Espada also planned this.