Chapter 107: Chapter 107 – The Final Humiliation

I closed the distance to where Gwenneth was bound. The eyes that once blazed with pride and strength now held only madness and despair. I pulled the ball gag from her mouth, and a hoarse, desperate sob broke free.

“Kill me… Adam, please… just end it…” she wept, tears carving paths through the grime on her pale face. “I can’t take any more… I’ll do anything… rape me, use me, but after… please, end this.”

A smirk touched my lips. This was her last stand—a plea for death was the final refuge of her defiance. But my [Eye of Desire] still showed my Domination at 99%. One stubborn percent of her will remained.

“Kill you?” I mocked, my voice dripping with false sympathy. “Oh, Gwen… you think it would be that easy?”

My hand shot out, roughly gripping her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’re so very wrong.”

In one fluid motion, I thrust my hard, throbbing length into her open mouth. She gasped, eyes flying wide as I filled her, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.

“Ggk… hkk…” The sound of her gagging was a sweet symphony.

“Remember what I told you, Gwen?” I hissed, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm with my hips. “Every woman who ever looked down on me ends up with my dick in her mouth.”

She tried to shake her head, but my grip in her hair tightened, holding her perfectly in place. I could feel the helpless flutter of her tongue beneath me, the convulsive tightening of her throat as it tried to reject my intrusion.

“Go on,” I taunted, driving deeper and making her choke. “Insult me. Call me trash! A loser! Tell me how disgusting I am!”

But all that escaped her lips were strangled gags and weak, pathetic moans. Her eyes pleaded, yet within their depths, I could still see the embers of the hatred I knew so well.

I picked up the pace, fucking her mouth with a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust made her choke and sputter. I watched her closely, ready to unleash [Mind Control] if she dared to bite, but it was unnecessary—she was already too broken to muster a fight.

“You think I’d grant you the release of death, Gwen?” I groaned between thrusts. “No. I’m going to keep you alive. For the rest of your life, you’ll be my personal cumbucket. My spunk deposit.”

My orgasm built, surprising in its intensity so soon after the last. This time, it was less a flood and more a few potent spurts that filled her throat. She choked violently, struggling to swallow the bitter offering.

But I was still hard. Unnaturally so. And then, a different, more primal urge surged through me.

A profoundly wicked idea took root.

While still buried deep in her tight throat, I let go. A hot stream of urine joined the mix. At first, Gwenneth didn’t understand—just a new, warm liquid overwhelming her senses. But as the distinct, acrid taste and smell registered, her eyes snapped wide in pure, unadulterated horror.

She tried to wrench her head away, to resist, but my hold was unyielding. I kept pissing, ensuring every drop was either forced down her throat or spilled from the corners of her stretched lips.

“Drink, you whore!” I snarled, flooding her with my release. “You’re my personal toilet now! My piss pot!”

Her reaction was more than I could have hoped for.

Her body convulsed violently, her eyes bulging as if they would burst from their sockets. I saw it then—the exact moment the last thread of her resistance snapped. The hatred that had defined her vanished, erased and replaced by a bottomless, all-consuming terror.

She was broken. Completely.

To seal her ruin, I released [The Edge of Bliss] from her neck. The effect was instantaneous.

Gwenneth’s body arched off the bed, a long, rasping groan tearing from her throat, still filled with my urine. The climax she’d been denied exploded through her with cataclysmic force—stronger than anything I had ever witnessed. Her vagina clenched like a vise around the embedded vibrator. Her fluids gushed out, soaking the shibari ropes, followed by an uncontrolled torrent of her own urine as her body surrendered completely.

“Look at you!” I jeered, pulling my wet cock from her ruined mouth. “You came from swallowing my piss! You pathetic, filthy slut!”

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal reaches 100%]

[You have successfully made Gwenneth Climax]

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 72%]

[Domination over Gwenneth increases to 100%]

[You Have Successfully Dominated Gwenneth and caused her mind to break]

[Gwenneth is now your obedient sex slave who lives to serve your dick]

Finally, my cruelest stepsister, the woman who had once tortured me without mercy, was now utterly shattered. Her once-fiery eyes radiated only primal fear as they looked at me, before her exhausted body finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

Nearby, Delilah was still frantically pleasuring herself, her gaze locked on her eldest daughter’s destruction. Her face was a mask of conflict—a mother’s instinctual horror warring with the twisted arousal of a fully subjugated slave.

’He… he’s just disciplining Gwen,’ Delilah thought, moaning as her fingers plunged deeper. ’We all deserve this punishment… for what we did to him… this is our atonement… yes… Adam only wants to make her obedient… like me… like Angel… we must all be obedient… it’s what’s best for the family…’

As her own climax ripped through her, a series of delightful notifications bloomed in my vision.

[Quest: Revenge – Successfully Completed]

[You have received 5000 EXP.]

[Received New Skill: <Elixir of Bliss>]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 50]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 51]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 52]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

A wave of profound satisfaction washed over me. My gaze swept over the scene—Angeline lying limp with her bruised bottom, Delilah shuddering in post-orgasmic aftershocks, and Gwenneth unconscious in a pool of mixed fluids, the stench of urine thick in the air. A spike of disgust, sharp and clear, cut through my triumph. Even for me, this level of filth was a step too far.

I moved to Gwenneth and began working on the intricate shibari knots. One by one, I loosened the black ropes that had carved angry red lines into her smooth skin. After the last binding fell away, I retrieved the still-buzzing vibrator from her pussy. She moaned weakly, her body twitching. But it was the removal of the giant anal plug that truly woke her.

“AAAAHHH!!!” she screamed, her eyes flying open in a shock of pure agony.

As consciousness returned, her gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there was no longer hatred, but pure, undiluted terror. She scrambled with immense difficulty, her trembling body weak, and then she clung to my legs like a drowning woman.

“Adam… my brother… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she bawled, pressing her face, still wet with tears and my urine, against my skin. “I’ll do anything! Please, fuck me! Use my body however you want! But… but please… don’t… don’t piss in my mouth again… I beg you…”

Her sobs wracked her entire frame. The sight filled me with immense satisfaction. The arrogant woman who had once trampled me was now a terrified child at my feet.

I bent down and stroked her matted golden hair.

“You should have been like this from the beginning, Gwen. Obedient, and knowing your place.”

She nodded frantically, her eyes pools of desperate hope and fear. “Yes! I understand now! I… I deserve to be your whore! But please… not your toilet… never again…”

“Of course not,” I said, my voice deceptively soft. “So long as you remain obedient.”

I had no real intention of repeating the act—it was a step too far even for my tastes. But the threat was a necessary leash to ensure her absolute fear.

I stood and turned to the stunned Delilah. “Mom. Clean up this mess. Take Angeline to the bathroom and wash her.”

Delilah immediately stopped, nodded with practiced obedience, and rose from the bed. “Yes, Adam. Right away.”

My attention returned to Gwenneth. “You too. Shower. Wash the filth from your body. I want you clean and fragrant when I wreck your ass later.”

Gwenneth nodded quickly, her eyes still wide with fear. “Yes, Adam.”

She tried to stand, but her legs buckled. Delilah moved to support her, holding her broken daughter upright. The sight was deeply ironic—mother and daughter, both my slaves, helping each other in their shared ruin.

As they shuffled towards the bathroom, I watched them, basking in the feeling of absolute victory. The Socheron family—Delilah the Star Witch, Gwenneth the Knight of Light, and Angeline the Paladin—were now wholly mine. Their bodies, their minds, their very souls, belonged to me.

I walked to the window, gazing at the city stretching out beyond it. This world was vast, and I had the power to conquer it. But for now, my masterpiece was this family, brought to its knees.

’I wonder what kind of revenge would suit those five bastards?’ I mused, dark thoughts swirling. ’And I should prepare, in case Charlotte shows up out of worry. I’m truly curious what face she’ll make when she sees this new Socheron family.’

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[The first arc ends.]

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