202: Desperation of a Collapsing Mind (18+)

“I… I have to find… AHN!” Samantha cried out and fell to the floor, shaking and trembling. She could barely control the movements of her limbs as her body jerked involuntarily. “I need! Hnah-No! I can! I can do this! Get a hold of yourself!”

Gathering what little strength she had left, Samantha tried to rise up.

“At least a knee!” Samantha encouraged herself as she tried to regain control of her body. “Good! No problem! See, Ember? This is nothing! Hah!”

“If you say so,” Ember said.

Not even a hint of sarcasm? Beatrice instantly noticed the change in Ember’s tone. No snark, not a hint of ridicule, not even a smile! Beatrice couldn’t believe her eyes, but she was sure that she saw pity in Ember’s facial expression.

Samantha did not even make it a couple of steps across the room before she was back on her knees. The voluptuous blonde thrust several fingers into her pussy and fucked herself hard and fast, desperately, fruitlessly trying to deal with the cold emptiness inside her.

Another step. Another dozen trusts. Another step. More squelching of her pussy as Samantha stretched herself with more and more fingers, collapsing on the floor in tears.

“Bastard! Bastard!” Samantha cursed and wept as her body convulsed involuntarily while she kept masturbating, seeking to fill a void inside her.

Masturbation. Self-pleasure. By definition, the act is meant to give pleasure and relief. And yet, not once in her life did Beatrice ever see any person masturbate so miserably, so joylessly. Samantha fingered herself, rubbed her clit, slapped her tits, slapped her face, pinched her nipples, pinched her clit. She fingered her spasming cunt and abused her clit so furiously that she squirted. But nothing helped. Not even a hint of pleasure from an act that was invented to bring indulgent short-term pleasure and much-needed relief. It only got worse and worse by the second.

Beatrice watched in shock how quickly and completely the Taint took its deadly hold of Samantha. Cock addiction? As if! Then we’re also all addicted to oxygen! It’s not a matter of willpower!

Samantha writhed on the floor in agony. Pure torture. But not of her body. Samantha was a seasoned warrior that fought countless demons. Physical pain would be nothing! The torture was of her very mind and soul. Something she could not control, ignore, or train to withstand. She only had one way to manage it.

Ember took a step toward the thrashing blonde and quietly spoke up, “Samantha—"

“Oh, go to hell!” Samantha lashed out at Ember in tearful rage. “Why did you-uuaaah-even save me back then!? To have cheap laughs at my expense!? Aaahh~ I’d be better off dead! Dead!! Rather than be reduced to this-UAaahhhhh!”

In her final act of defiance, Samantha reached to one of the sharp blades from the collapsed armor stands.

“Woah!” Beatrice finally snapped out of her shocked state and leaped to stop Samantha before she did the unthinkable. In spite of furious resistance, Beatrice wrestled the blade out of Samantha’s hand, even though she ended up with a nasty cut across the palm of her hand and two fingers.

Beatrice pinned the writhing, screaming, naked blonde to the floor and shouted to Ember, “Go find her a worthy replacement!”

“Beatrice, are you sure?” Ember asked. “We don’t have time for this. Please remember that my priorities lie with you! If we stay here for hours, you’ll miss the fights.”

“Then you better hurry up!” Beatrice insisted.

“Even if you help her for now—”

“Go!” Beatrice demanded and returned her attention to the convulsing woman underneath her. “I cannot possibly just walk away and do nothing.”

“Understood,” Ember said and disappeared from the room swiftly and quietly.

All this time Samantha fought with Beatrice’s grip just as much as she fought with her own collapsing mind and breaking body. With her sanity long gone, Samantha had nothing left but the chilling emptiness within her soul and impotent anger toward the world.

Angry at the demons, angry at herself, angry at her friend that suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving her to die all alone with a random stranger, vulnerable and exposed in a mortifying state.

At the very least, Samantha did not want anyone to bear witness to what would come next. And Samantha knew. She saw it first-hand many times. So, while she still had some semblance of her fractured mind still present, she had to put an end to this.

Samantha tried to break free from Beatrice’s hold, but even with all her spiteful rage, Samantha’s feeble attempts failed miserably as her muscles spasmed unpredictably and uncontrollably. In her final humiliation, the Taint robbed Samantha not only of her dignity but even her last droplets of strength that she was once so proud of.

“UAAAAAAAAH! Let go!” Samantha screamed. “What are you—AH!? COCK!!!”

Samantha gasped in elated joy when she finally noticed what laid between Beatrice’s legs. A long, hard cock! Mere inches away from Samantha’s squirting, spasming pussy.