Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 420 : The Stocks in Cells

Jax watched as the maid and the sadistic woman continued their work on the man in the next cell.

They milked his cock without pause, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of him until the floor beneath his knees was slick with it.

By the fourth round the man’s body had nothing left to give, yet the maid only grew rougher, twisting her fist and dragging more pained sounds from his throat with every stroke.

She finally turned toward her mistress who said, "Give me his report."

The maid nodded. She rubbed the swollen head of his cock, gathered what little cum still clung to the skin, and tasted it the way a chef samples a sauce. After a long moment she spoke.

"Madam, he meets most of the major requirements the young miss set. His length and stamina both sit right on the edge of what she asked for, so he just barely passes those. She specifically wanted a foreign race that was not Asuran, and his Seraphim blood takes care of that condition. His personality should also work well since he comes across as obedient, almost like a dog. The only real problem is his semen. It is not thick enough, and the taste is strongly bitter with a clear fishy and sour edge."

Hearing that, the mistress pulled her heel free from the man’s ass and at the same time released the rough grip she had kept on his angelic wings.

She had been using those wings like a leash to keep him from collapsing. Without that support he dropped flat onto the floor, still clenching his swollen cock.

The broken man belonged to the Seraphim race and came from the empire ruled by Samael.

Odin, Zeus, Ravana, and Samael together formed the very foundation of Luminera. They stood at the head of the four major houses of the realm.

Inside the Asuran Empire’s slave market, caste and race meant nothing. Celestials and mortals were placed under the same rules and given the same general treatment.

What actually decided a slave’s fate was the customer, and many of those customers leaned heavily toward the masochistic or the openly psychotic.

Jax had no idea who any of these people were. He could not name the Asuran mistress or the maid, both of whom carried a long horn rising straight from the center of their forehead, and he did not recognize the angelic man either.

Right now he knew nothing, not even the simple fact that he was human. Every language he had ever known was gone.

The only reason the words around him still made sense was the goddess’s blessing granted to every champion, the forced gift that let them understand and speak the language of whatever world they entered.

After thinking for several minutes, the mistress finally spoke. "We have no choice. We will have to bring someone home, otherwise my younger daughter will turn the mansion into a graveyard."

She turned to her maid. "Rachael, take care of the paperwork and the transaction. I will take my leave."

Then she lifted the man’s head from her shoes and looked down at him. "Force-feed him berries and pineapples until his stomach is ready to burst. I will not have him walking around with that foul-smelling cock when my friends arrive for the next tea party."

The maid nodded. The mistress stepped out of the cage. Before she could fully leave, the appointed staff member spoke up in a careful voice.

"I sincerely apologize for the unsatisfactory experience, ma’am. If you still have a moment, there are a few remaining slaves available for viewing. One of them is our highest-valued stock, a High Dragon known for remarkable stamina. He may prove more suitable."

The mistress paused, then clicked her tongue. "Nah, I am... well, actually, let me see it. It is better than waiting for my maid to come back to the carriage anyway. Lead me straight to your fine piece then."

Jax took in the entire scene and understood his own position with sudden clarity. He was no different from the broken man in the next cell. He was merchandise.

The longer he remained here, the more likely he was to be treated the same way.

’I need to get out of here before I even figure out who I am and what’s happening,’ he thought.

He threw his full strength against the steel cuffs. They refused to break. He kept pulling anyway. Blood ran down his wrists as the metal bit deeper into his skin. He only stopped when a sharp noise from the left cell cut through his focus.

Inside that cell a naked dwarf woman was being tested, or more accurately tortured, by a couple. The man stood nearby stroking himself while his wife knelt between the short woman’s spread thighs.

She first examined a beaded steel sounding rod with clinical interest, then shifted her gaze to the vacuum pump sealed tightly over the dwarf’s cunt.

She plucked the cup free with a soft, wet pop.

The sudden release left the dwarf’s pussy shockingly altered. Her outer lips, once ordinary, were now grossly swollen and puffy, the skin stretched taut and flushed a deep, angry pink.

The vacuum had sucked them outward into thick, meaty folds that hung slightly open, revealing the darker, glistening inner labia still clinging together in sticky strands.

Her clit had been drawn into a hard, prominent little bud, shiny and hypersensitive, twitching in the cool air.

The wife stroked those grossly swollen lips, tugging them wider, then placed the tip of the steel sounding rod against the throbbing, fully revealed urethra and slid it in without hesitation.

The dwarf’s scream was immediate and ugly. She thrashed and tried to force her hands down to push the rod away, but the bindings held her short.

"Please leave me alone," she cried through tears. "It hurts... it hurts... I will die."

The wife leaned in with a wicked little smile. "Hush. It feels unbearable now, but after you get used to it you will be moaning for me to dig it deeper."

Her voice hardened on the last words as she shoved the rod deeper still.

A choked, piercing scream filled the cell.

The wife glanced over her shoulder. "Honey, shut her up for me, would you?"

"Gladly," he said.

He brought out a heavy circular ring gag, larger than her mouth could comfortably take. Ignoring her cries, he jammed it between her teeth and forced her jaws open until her lips were pulled tight and close to splitting.

Once the ring was locked in place, he pushed his cock into the forced opening and took his pleasure, using her mouth without any care for how much it stretched her.

Jax felt disgusted by the indecent acts in front of him, yet for some reason a quiet satisfaction still settled in his chest. Whenever his eyes landed on the dwarf, hatred rose up on instinct. The reason was simple. Even before two cycles of transmigration, he had always despised the dwarf race.

He forced himself to look away, only to find the view ahead no better.

Another slave and customer occupied the next space, though this cage was clearly of a higher class.

Warm scented candles lit the area, silk cushions were scattered across a polished floor, and a small side table held opened wine along with neatly arranged fruits, making the whole place look more like a private room than a cell.

Something about the slave woman suggested she was high-value stock, yet the second Jax’s eyes landed on her lavender hair and face, a sharp anger rose in his chest.

He had no idea where the feeling came from. Once he managed to steady himself, the truth settled in.

He had seen this woman before. She was someone important, someone who might be able to answer the questions currently tearing through his head.

The problem was the man with her. The ugly bastard would not stop clinging to her.

He licked along her skin without shame and then took her toes into his mouth, sucking on them while mumbling against her feet.