Chapter 202: Chapter 202 – Isabel’s Realization

I drew my wet fingers from between her thighs, raising them before her face. At my fingertips, the clear, undeniable fluid glistened in the arena’s light. Isabel stared at it with an expression mixed with deep shame, disgust, and fear.

“Looks like your body is very enthusiastic, Isabel,” I said, my voice dripping with mockery. “And we’ve only just begun. Is this your exhibitionist fetish talking? Do you enjoy being humiliated in public?”

“N-No! That’s… that’s not me!” she protested, her voice hoarse. “It’s your skill! You did something to me!”

I shook my head, then with my other hand, I guided my still-hard, throbbing cock towards the same area. I didn’t enter her. I just teased the swollen tip along the length of her already-slick labia.

The sensation of my hot, hard flesh touching her sensitive skin made Isabel shiver. “Ah! Don’t… don’t touch there with… with that!”

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide as she stared at my cock moving between her thighs. Inside, her panic reached a fever pitch.

No… no… is my virginity going to be taken like this? Here? In this filthy arena? In front of everyone? By… by this bastard?

Her mind raced frantically, filled with denial. I won’t accept this! How could I possibly give something so precious to him? To a loser, scum, monster! And in a place like this!

Her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest, each beat full of terror. But beneath that fear, a strange sensation kept spreading from the point of contact. Every rub of my cock against her folds sent tiny electric shocks through her body—a mix of revulsion and something else, something that made her stomach muscles twitch and her breath grow heavier.

“Please, Adam,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face again. This time they weren’t tears of anger, but of pure despair. “Don’t take my virginity. Please. Anything but that. I… I’ll do whatever you want. But not that. I’m begging you.”

Seeing her like this only stoked my desire further. There was something profoundly satisfying about reducing someone normally so haughty to a pleading child.

As she kept begging, I kept teasing. The tip of my cock slid upward, found her swollen clit, and began rubbing it with rough pressure.

“Ah! Nngh!” Isabel moaned, her rigid body shuddering violently. The expression on her face grew even more complex—shame at making such a sound, confusion because the sensation felt… good, and fear as she began losing control over her own body’s reactions.

“Please… stop…” she whispered, but her voice was weak.

“You said you’d do anything, right?” I asked, not stopping the motion.

“Yes! Yes, anything! But don’t take my virginity!”

I paused for a moment, as if thinking. My cock still rested against her sensitive clit, making her tremble with every tiny movement.

“Alright,” I finally said, in a tone that suggested I was making a great sacrifice. “I won’t take your pussy’s virginity.”

Isabel let out an audible sigh of relief, her body softening slightly even as it remained tense. “Th-Thank you… thank you…”

“But,” I continued, my voice suddenly darker, “you said you’d do anything, didn’t you?”

Isabel froze again, wary. “Yes… yes, I promise.”

I bent down, bringing my lips close to her ear. “Then… I’ll take your anal virginity instead.”

The expression on Isabel’s face changed instantly. The relief was replaced by pure horror. Her eyes went wide, her pupils constricting to pinpoints. Her face turned corpse-pale.

“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, louder, “NO! No, don’t! Please, Adam, don’t do that! That’s… that’s worse! It’ll hurt more! I beg you!”

She was fully panicking now. Her crying became hysterical. “Anything! I’ll do anything! But not there! It’s dirty! It’s disgusting! I won’t be able to stand it!”

But in my mind, my plan was already set. I had considered taking her virginity—both vaginal and anal. But upon further thought, doing it here, in this arena, with everyone frozen… felt like a bit of a waste.

Taking Isabel Mercedes’s virginity should be a more… special moment, I thought. Something that would truly break her. Not just physically, but mentally, socially. Before the people she respected most—or feared most.

So, for now, anal would suffice. It would be the beginning. A deep humiliation, but not the last.

“Your pleas fall on deaf ears, Isabel,” I said coldly, watching the horror on her face.

“NO! I DON’T CONSENT! I WON’T—”

But I was already moving. With strong hands, I pushed her legs higher, lifting her hips and buttocks off the floor. Her position was now utterly shameful—hips raised, buttocks exposed, with her tight, pale pink anus fully on display.

Then, I used her own, still-stiffened hands. I guided her helpless arms to grip her own ankles, locking her in that position. Now, she was forced to maintain this humiliating pose with her own hands—as if she wanted it.

The sight… was scorching. Isabel Mercedes, with her slender frame and pale skin, lay naked with her butt in the air, her virgin anus spread wide open for me. Her disheveled black hair partially covered her face, which was shrouded in horror and tears. Her own hands held her feet, forcing herself to stay in such a degrading position.

I spat on my hand, then smeared the saliva onto my hardened cock. Next, with the same finger, I coated her tight anus with my spit as well, preparing it—though this meager preparation wouldn’t help much for a first time.

“Please… don’t… I’m scared…” Isabel whispered, her voice breaking, as she felt my touch there.

“Get ready, Isabel,” I whispered back, positioning the tip of my cock against the small, tightly closed entrance. “This will be a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Isabel kept whimpering, her voice hoarse from crying. “No… please, don’t… Adam, don’t do this… I’m sorry! I’m truly sorry! Whatever you want, I promise I’ll do it! But not this!”

Her panic peaked as she felt the hot, hard tip of my cock begin to press against the very small, very tight doorway. She could feel the sheer mismatch in size—her small, virgin anus against my large, thick cock.

“NO! I CAN’T! IT’S TOO BIG! I’LL TEAR!” she screamed, hysterical, her tears flooding her already-damp face.

Suddenly, a movement caught both our attention.

From the Guardian Council’s viewing platform above, a figure moved. Slowly, gracefully, like a flower blooming in a frozen garden.

Isabel, still in her shameful position with her rear raised, looked towards it. Her heart pounded wildly, a mix of hope and terror. Has time… resumed? she thought in panic. But no, looking around—Yukie, Nerissa, Arianna, all the participants, all the spectators—were still perfectly frozen. Only that one figure moved.

And as that figure descended from the platform with light steps, floating down to the arena unimpeded, Isabel recognized her. Shimmering golden-blonde hair, an elegant dress flowing despite the lack of wind, a beautiful face with sharp golden eyes—Delilah Socheron. The Star Witch. Adam’s mother.

Isabel felt a ray of hope. Delilah! She’s a member of the Guardian Council! A respectable, graceful woman, admired by all! Surely she won’t let an atrocity like this happen, even if the perpetrator is her own stepson! She must stop him!

“Lady Star Witch! Please! Help me!” Isabel cried out, her voice full of desperate hope. “Save me! Your stepson, he’s insane! He’s going to rape me! He stopped time and did horrible things to me! Please!”

Delilah landed softly on the arena floor, several meters from us. Her golden eyes moved from the naked, disgracefully positioned Isabel, to me, then back to Isabel. Her expression was calm, cold, as usual.

Isabel stared at her with burning hope. She’ll be angry. She’ll punish Adam. I’ll be saved.

But then, Delilah opened her mouth. Her voice was soft, motherly, yet what she said was…

“Adam, darling,” she said, as if calling me for dinner. “Mom suddenly became aware, saw time had stopped, and knew it must be your doing. So… what do you need from me?”

Isabel froze. Her soaring hope came crashing down, shattered into pieces like glass thrown to the floor. Her eyes widened in disbelief. What… what did she just say?

Adam’s mother… was offering help? Not to stop him, but to… assist him?

“That’s impossible…” Isabel whispered, her voice barely audible.

I smiled at Delilah. “Mom, can you record a video of this? I need insurance to make sure Isabel doesn’t report anything afterward.”

Hearing that, the last of Isabel’s hope vanished. She felt as if she were drowning in the darkest ocean of despair. There was no way out. Even a Guardian Council member was on Adam’s side.

Delilah nodded, as if my request were the most natural thing in the world.

“Of course, darling.” She took out her phone and began aiming it at us.

The screen lit up, and a small light next to the camera blinked red, indicating recording had started.

While I had the power to make people conscious and objects functional within the [Time Stop] world, oddly, I couldn’t take photos or videos.

Perhaps because photos and videos require a consistent flow of time to record, and in a stopped world, there is no such flow. So, Delilah’s video would actually be useless—just empty footage. But Isabel didn’t know that. To her, this was tangible proof that would ruin her if leaked.

“No… don’t record… please…” Isabel whimpered weakly.

I refocused on her. “Now, let’s clear the way for me.”

Using the fluid from her pussy—which pooled at her labia—I smeared it onto her dry, tight anus. Isabel groaned, feeling disgusted and humiliated by my action.

Then, with my well-lubricated index finger, I began pressing into her anus. Slowly, with steady pressure.

“Ah! It hurts! Don’t!” Isabel screamed, her rigid body trying to resist, but unable to move. She felt the foreign finger violate her most intimate boundary, entering a space that should never have been breached.

I didn’t stop. My index finger slid in completely, feeling the warmth and tightness of the muscles inside. Then I began to move, slowly, stretching, preparing the path for something much larger.

“Please… stop…” she sobbed, but I ignored her.

When I felt it was enough, I added my middle finger. Two fingers were now inside her butt, stretching the small opening.

Isabel screamed in pain, her tears flowing harder. “DELILAH! YOU’RE A GUARDIAN COUNCIL MEMBER! HOW CAN YOU LET THIS HAPPEN? I BEG YOU, HELP ME!”

Delilah, still calmly recording, answered coldly, “I already know everything you and your kind have done to Adam. And I think… you deserve this.”

Her words were the final blow. Isabel fell silent, her eyes empty. She was utterly without hope. Everything she believed in—authority, justice, protection from the powerful—had crumbled.

She felt my fingers withdraw from her ass, leaving behind a hollow, open sensation. Then, what she felt next was something far larger, far hotter.

The tip of my cock, lubricated with her own fluids and my spit, now pressed once more against her anus.

Isabel held her breath, her fear reaching its peak. “No… no… no…”

“Calm down, Isabel,” I whispered, using [Lustful Touch] again, this time focusing it on her anal area. I wanted her to feel a confusing mix of pain and pleasure—punishment and enjoyment woven together.

She felt it. The pain from the pressure of my large cock was still there, but alongside it came a strange, tingling, warm sensation spreading from a point that should only bring agony. Her body reacted with contradiction—the muscles of her buttocks clenched in fear and pain, but at the same time, new wetness flowed from her cunt.

But I didn’t have time to linger.

The timer in my peripheral vision had dropped to [23:42…]. I had to finish this.

So, with firm resolve, I began to push.

The swollen head of my cock started entering the small opening, stretching it further than Isabel had ever experienced. The skin around her anus stretched, turning pale from the pressure.

Isabel screamed—a pure scream of agony that shattered the silence of the frozen arena. “AAAAAH! IT HURTS! STOP! PLEASE, STOP!”

But I didn’t stop. I kept pushing, slowly but surely, conquering every centimeter of resistance from her tight muscles. It felt incredible—hot, tight, and full of a sense of absolute domination.

The sight was utterly provocative: Isabel Mercedes, the haughty girl, lying with her butt raised high, her pretty face contorted in pain and tears, as my large cock slowly disappeared into her narrow ass. Her black hair was a mess on the floor, her slender body shuddered violently, and her own hands still gripped her ankles, forcing herself to remain in this humiliating pose.

“Delilah! Please! Do something!” Isabel screamed once more, hoping for a miracle.

But all she got was the clicking sound from Delilah’s phone as it kept recording, and the woman’s cold gaze that showed not a shred of mercy.

I pushed deeper, and for the first time, the head of my cock fully entered her ass. Isabel let out a long groan, her body shuddering violently as she endured the immense pain.

“Good… very good,” I murmured, savoring every sensation. “Your ass is so tight, Isabel. As expected from an anal virgin.”

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