The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 205: Chapter 31 - The Downfall of Duke Sierra (3)

Charlotte's POV

Earl Teliu's eyes bore into me like a hawk about to strike its prey, sharp and unrelenting. His massive, misshapen body and bulging belly were a horrifying sight. But that lecherous grin of his? It was the most disturbing thing I had ever seen. Yet, even that wasn't as bad as what dangled between his legs. His member.

I'd never seen one before, but I could instantly tell it was far from average. You couldn't even say it was below average—it was almost hidden beneath the rolls of fat. The sight of it, barely visible, was utterly terrifying, nonetheless.

I trembled at the sight, fear gripping me.

"I love women who tremble like this. It makes me want to fuck them even more," Earl Teliu said, his voice oozing with malicious delight. "Gordon, why don't you join in and taste your own daughter? How does that sound?" He glanced at my father with a wicked smirk.

"Don't joke around," My father replied, his voice firm. "Even I have the moral capacity not to go that far."

"Moral capacity?" the Earl snorted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Is that something you can eat?"

"I'm not surprised you don't know, considering you don't have any," Gordon shot back, his eyes hard. "Anyway, this has gone on long enough. Why don't you get started already?"

"Okay, okay. Man, you're boring now," the Earl sneered. "Well then, let's get to it, Charlotte." He grabbed my wrist with a firm, almost painful grip, pulling me closer with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Eeek!"

The force with which he grabbed me was so intense that I winced in pain. His overpowering strength dragged me effortlessly, and within seconds, he had shoved me roughly onto the bed. The roughness of it nearly brought me to tears.

"Kekeke," Earl Teliu laughed, a sinister sound. "I've longed to fuck someone like you, you know? Those healthy-looking, long thighs, and that beautiful face. It was hard enough to control myself. I've got to thank Gordon for having a child as beautiful as you. Given that your real mother was a beauty herself, I expected you'd be quite the looker too.

Too bad she died giving birth to you."

His lecherous eyes roamed over me, making my skin crawl. The predatory gleam in his gaze made my stomach churn as he prepared to fulfill his vile intentions.

"Enough about that, Teliu," Gordon interrupted, his voice tense.

"Sorry, sorry. I see you're still bitter about her death," Earl Teliu said, his eyes never leaving me. His gaze was predatory, filled with twisted delight. "Now then..."

His fat, grubby hand reached out and grabbed my thighs, squeezing them roughly.

"Eeek!"

"Kekeke. Now that's a nice sound," he said, licking his lips with a grotesque smile.

"P-Please, no..." I whimpered, my voice trembling as fear surged through me.

"No, she said," Earl Teliu snorted, mocking my plea. "You know, even if you beg me, I wouldn't stop. That kind of thing only arouses me more."

His hands crept up from my thighs, his fingers crawling like spiders until they reached the sides of my underwear. With a brutal yank, he pulled them down, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. I tried to resist by pressing my thighs together, but it only made his grin stretch wider, turning his face into a grotesque mask of lust.

"Keke, you surely know how to excite me," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. He grabbed my legs with a vice-like grip and forcefully spread them apart, leaving me feeling exposed and helpless.

"Nnnnn! Nooo, please!"

"Resist more! Yes, that's more like it!" Earl Teliu's voice dripped with sadistic pleasure.

He tore off my panties as if they were nothing, the fabric ripping easily in his hands. The violent motion made it clear that something terrible was about to happen. Desperation filled me as I pleaded with my father, who watched the scene with a chilling coldness in his eyes, completely indifferent to my suffering.

"F-Father! H-Help me! Please, Fatherrrrr!" I screamed, desperation thick in my voice.

He just stared coldly at me, his eyes devoid of any emotion. My pleas seemed to bounce off him, unheard. Somehow, his indifference felt like a deeper betrayal than when Mother divorced him.

"No one's going to save you, Charlotte," Earl Teliu sneered. "No matter how hard you struggle or how loud you scream, no one's coming to save you."

"P-Please, no. Don't do it, please..." I begged, tears streaming hot and fast down my cheeks, my voice cracking with fear.

The sight of my tears only seemed to fuel his sadistic pleasure, his grin stretching even wider, becoming more grotesque and terrifying.

"Kuhahaha! This is going to be a nice meal," he laughed, aiming his thing at my thing as he grabbed my wrists. I struggled desperately.

"Nooooooo, please, don't!"

I kicked and squirmed, trying to free myself, but the Earl was massive and far stronger than me. I attempted to use my skill, but he countered with his own, preventing me from escaping. His sheer power and the malicious grin on his face made my efforts feel futile.

"Resisting is futile, but I love it when you resist. So keep struggling!"

"Please, nooo...! I-I have someone that I love!" I cried out, desperation lacing my voice.

"Oh, so you have someone special, huh? Too bad he's not here to witness this," he said heartlessly. With that, he readied himself again, poised to penetrate me.

However, before he could push, we heard chiming. It echoed from the Earl's clothes strewn across the floor. But it wasn't just there. The chime resonated from my father's presence too, and even from the breast pocket of my own clothes. The sound synchronized so perfectly, it seemed to emanate from a single source, yet it was scattered across many.

"What the fuck is that? Why is that sound happening now, of all times?" grumbled the Earl, his frustration palpable.

My father reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. He unlocked it, and then...

"...What?"

My father made a noise of surprise so genuine, it was hard to believe that whatever he saw on his smartphone was good news.

"What? What is it?" demanded the Earl.

"You should take a look yourself."

"Now? Can't you see I'm about to fuck her?"

"Yeah, but can you really afford that in this situation?"

Earl clicked his tongue in annoyance and climbed out of bed, causing it to groan and creak loudly under his weight. It felt like a brief moment of relief, but I knew it was only a temporary reprieve.

The Earl stormed over to my father, his movements swift and purposeful. With a swift motion, he snatched the phone from my father's hands. The moment his eyes fell upon the screen, his expression shifted from arrogance to disbelief. His knees gave out beneath him, and he collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud, the phone clutched tightly in his trembling hand.

"...What?" he stammered, his voice betraying his shock as he stared at the screen. His eyes, wide with disbelief, seemed unable to comprehend the sight before him.

Intrigued by his reaction, I reached for my phone in my breast pocket and unlocked it, eager to see what had caused such a profound reaction.

The screen lit up, its brightness almost blinding. Was it because of the tears in my eyes, or did it feel like some sort of salvation? The light emanating from the screen seemed unusually bright. But no, those weren't the reasons. The true cause was the glaring white notification that flashed across the screen, stark and attention-grabbing.

"[JUST IN]," it proclaimed boldly, the words standing out against the black background like a beacon.

I tapped on it, and then...

"W-What the fuck is this...?" the Earl exclaimed, his voice quivering with disbelief. Even I was taken aback by what I saw on the screen.

It says, "[Earl Teliu Graid, known for his farm-loving ways and admired by many, has confessed to his own sins]."

There wasn't much else written on it, except for that headline. But there was proof that the headline was true. Beneath it was a link that said "[CLICK HERE]."

Earl clicked on it, and then his voice emanated from the phone.

"Ahhh, it's been so long since I fucked a noble's daughter. Remember the last one? She was the daughter of that old bastard baron, Fritz. Oooh, that was a real treat indeed. I remember how she cried. And then, due to my carelessness, I accidentally choked her to death, which was a shame, really.

Her pussy was so tight, always gripping me like a vise."

That was his voice, unmistakably echoing the very words he had uttered just moments ago. It sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me utterly dumbfounded. How could someone capture such a thing when the words had only just escaped his lips mere minutes ago?

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" screamed the Earl, his voice dripping with disbelief and fear, as if confronting some dark magic.

It was a bewildering moment, leaving me utterly perplexed. Yet, in the midst of this strange occurrence, it felt like a sudden twist of fate had just spared me from an unthinkable fate.