Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Duma's Revival
Chapter 2: Broken and Corrupted

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Celica had dreamed of a peaceful life with her family and friends, sharing a simple life with Alm and hanging out with her friends Mae, Genny, and Faye. However, that dream was now over. After parting with Alm, her group was ambushed by Jedah's forces in the name of the god Duma and were defeated. Those men proceeded to rape Celica and her friends for hours on end. Afterwards, Boey and the guys were burned alive while Mae, Genny, and Faye were taken away to be sold as sex slaves on the black market. With her friends either dead or slaves, Celica's mind completely shut down. She didn't react when her captors stopped off at a bathhouse to wash all the cum and sweat off her body, taking ample opportunity to molest and rape her body once again, then dressing her in her armor before arriving at the Church.

The evil priest Jedah cackled with glee as his men arrived with Celica. She was the perfect vessel for his god Duma to be revived, and now his dreams would become a reality. Not wanting to delay things any farther, he ordered the former princess be escorted to the altar at the back of the church. He was happy to see the young woman complying with his requests and not struggling. Sure, her demeanor was monotone, but her soul didn't matter, only her body. She was laid upon the sacrificial altar as Jedah began his ceremony. Mystic pinkish-purple energy flowed around the altar, encompassing Celica and wrapping her in a cocoon of magical power.

Shooting up awake, Celica quickly looked around. She was in a large, black void, all alone. A tinge of fear at being alone, she began to run around, looking for a way out of this strange place. All of the sudden, she heard an ominous voice around her, telling her it was no use. The booming voice rocked Celica to her core, causing her fright to increase every second as she continued running to search for a way out. She screamed, asking who the voice was, her subconscious telling her she was in real trouble. The voice responded that he is Duma, God of Power, and patron saint of the Empire of Riegel. She is here to be his new vessel, and they were in Celica's mind, where he intends to destroy and corrupt her mind. 

As soon as Duma finished his speech, the black void was replaced with purple skin, with hundreds of thousands of red eyes staring back at the woman. Going into full on terror, Celica continued running away, but no matter how far she got, she couldn't escape the evil eyes boring into her. Duma told her resistance was futile and that not even Alm can save her now. The mention of her childhood friend caused Celica to snap out of her fear and steel herself, telling the evil God that Alm will save her and prevent his re-awakening. She felt the eyes begin to recede a bit at her newfound confidence, but the evil dragon just laughed at the girl's feistiness and told her she was too late. He'd show her why. 

Suddenly, a wave of heat overcame Celica, causing her to fall to her knees. Her pussy was absolutely gushing and was begging to be impaled, while her breasts swelled, aching to be touched, with her nipples becoming extremely erect. The former princess began to pant heavily as the feelings of arousal overcame her. Her rational mind quickly figured out this was part of Duma's trickery, but her will to resist was breaking down rapidly. Try as she might, Celica just could not hold out any longer. She reached down under her skirt and began to rub her pussy through her panties. However, her heat didn't dissipate, even when she brought both hands down. The intense feelings inside her body was quickly overwhelming the helpless girl.

Panting with need and realizing she wasn't getting deep enough, Celica tore off her panties and pulled apart her chestplate armor, freeing her boobs. She lied on her back and began to furiously masturbate, rubbing her pussy and clit with one hand while squeezing one of her boobs with the other. She was so far gone she couldn't even form words. Worse still, the images in her mind were betraying her. She initially imagined having sex with Alm, his gentle force and strong body wrapping her and making her feel safe, but those images were soon replaced with memories of her rapes by Jedah's henchmen alongside her friends. Remembering her use and abuse was making Celica's body hotter by the second. As aroused as she was, Celica could just not climax, and she was growing more frustrated as the minutes passed. 

It was then she heard Duma's voice again. Despite her arousal, she could hear him crystal clear. He told her that only he could fulfill her need, as several tentacles began to emerge from the purple skin. Realizing what he planned to do, Celica's mind became a war in itself. She knew deep down that Duma was going to rape her and break her mind, meaning the deaths of millions, including Alm. On the other hand, her body was going well past its limits and the dam needed just one more push to break through. Celica continued to masturbate as the tentacles drew near, the eyes closing in around her. Her logical mind was starting to punch through when one of the tentacles brushed up against her leg, causing the woman to moan. The slime from the tentacle slithered up her leg and reached her pussy, driving the girl even more insane than she thought. 

That was it. She couldn't take it anymore. 

Celica begged Lord Duma to fuck her.

The large tentacles then began to wrap around Celica's legs, with another tentacle stabilizing her back, and raised her up into the air. The eyes continued to get closer as they wrapped around her arms, putting her in a semi-spread eagle position. Two more tentacles, this time with suction cups, wrapped themselves around her boobs, the tips teasing her nipples as the suction cups kissed and sucked the mammary meat. Celica had to admit that the tentacles felt so good wrapping around her body. It felt more loving than even her parents' arms hugging her as a child. As her tits continued to be teased, Celica's mind sank further, until she was proclaiming how much she loved Duma's touch and begged him to continue. 

However, with her limbs restrained, that meant nothing was touching her pussy. A large, extremely thick tentacle soon rose through the skin and grazed her opening. That brief touch set Celica's mind ablaze and drove her wild. It took little teasing for the woman to beg once again. Not wanting to disappoint his new worshiper, the tentacle plunged in. It was several times thicker than her previous rapists' cock and if this had been reality, Celica's body would have been ripped apart for sure. In this mindscape, though, her body stretched to fit the massive rod, allowing several inches to slowly pulsate up through her body.

Celica felt no pain as the tentacle distorted her body. In fact, it felt so completely right. She moaned loudly in pleasure as she was violated, her body spasming in Duma's grip. The feeling was indescribable, the sensations washing over her body like waves on the shore. She immediately climaxed upon insertion and had several more orgasms just from the initial entry. Once the tentacle reached her womb and began to pulsate up and down her pussy, Celica grabbed the tentacles holding her arms, using them as braces, and moaned loudly as her body was pierced through. As the giant cock was stabbing the princess again and again, more of Celica's old self began to disappear. Her love for Alm began to vanish. Her concern for her enslaved friends turned to dust. Her desire to save her people burned up. The cock penetrating her became her entire world and she didn't want it to end. 

As she was fucked, the eyes around her closed in inch by inch, until they were right on top of Celica. The young woman knew this meant Duma was about to take full control of her body, but at this point she didn't care. Being his mental fuck doll was the greatest feeling she had ever experienced, so even if Duma were revived, it couldn't be that bad a result. She looked at the eyes closest to her, seeing Duma's soul surround and enveloping her. While she couldn't mouth any words, her eyes made it clear that she wanted Duma to completely envelop her. Satisfied with his work, Duma's essence collapsed onto Celica, causing her to have the most soul-shattering orgasm she ever experienced. She felt her mind being broken into a million pieces and scattering far and wide, never to be put back together again. She didn't mind, however, and smiled as she felt Duma's power flow through her body. Completely exhausted, the panting Celica thanked her Lord Duma for the honor of being his vessel. 

Back in reality, Jedah watched with amazement as Celica's body was wrapped in mystical energy before exploding. Uncovering his eyes, the priest became giddy as he saw Celica rise up and step off the alter. Pink and purple flames radiated off her body, while her eyes became blood red. Now fully reawakened, the dragon God Duma thanked his priest for all his hard work, knowing there was still a lot of work to do as he laid waste to Valentia and enslaved its inhabitants. He felt his power coursing through his vessel's veins, enhanced by her royal blood. The only thing that can stop him now is Alm wielding the legendary Falchion blade, but he knew how to take care of that.

Inside Duma's mind, Celica remained, trapped in her own body. Her body  constantly raped and molested by tentacles.

Her last chance to save her people and stop the war had passed. She would be an instrument of its destruction.

But as her soul was continually ravaged, Celica knew this was the right decision. 

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