Overlord: Reborn as an NPC

Chapter 20: If You're Happy & You Know It (Say Happy Farm)

[Timeskip - 2 Days]

[Narrators POV]

"I must... kill you...don't dare touch me there! This shitty tentacle demon! N-Not there too! I'm... sensitive there! N-N-No, NO! I'm b-begging you... kill me, please! Please kill me! I-I'll do anything j-just STOP doing this!"

Demiurge sat on a chair made of bones, watching the rather beautiful elf in front of him suffer a fate worse than death. Funnily enough, just a few days ago when the arch-devil abducted the female from her home, she was threatening to use divine punishment in the name of the Great One. But now? The elf could only lie motionless in her filthy enclosure.

"Let me go! At least... a-at... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Far too many times, the elf would experience peak stimulation and reach a certain state before an intense feeling made her body tighten. And after that happened, she would fall back to the ground in a weakened state.

Despite her current feebleness, the elves hatred-filled gaze at Demiurge never stopped burning. Similar to a candle, kindled by an eternal flame. "My, my, my... you know it's rude to stare at me like that. You know what happens when you do..." Demiurge taunted, making the elf groan from the floor.

"Bastard... you bastard..." Demiurge only sighed as he adjusted his glasses. "What is it with elves using the same language over and over? Repeating the same word constantly is rather boring and doesn't make me excited..." Demiurge clicked his tongue as the elf gritted her teeth.

"Damn bastard..." She mumbled under her breath. The endless days of torture in her cell eroded the will of the elf. However, her pride as an elven soldier remained. Even after exceeding the limits of her stamina, the blonde-haired elf continued to mutter curses.

"Hmph, you have rested enough. Dave, my trusted tentacle demon, continue with the next round!" With the snap of his fingers, countless black tentacles started to move once more. Dave couldn't resist the allure of the female elf anymore.

"No! I'm b-begging you! Let me... g-go!"

It was quite the pity for her that Demiurge's summon didn't listen to her pleas for help. The demon's lengthy, slimy tentacles wrapped around her bare body. Some tentacles restricted her hands while others widened her legs. The elven soldier did her best to resist. Alas, it was futile. "N-No... please!"

"I can't stand the tickling!"

Yes, it's just tickling. What else could it have possibly been? Demiurge, despite his evil tendencies, is a good person! As the saying goes: "Never judge a book by its cover." For example, the arch-devil is an avid cat lover and owns a litter of kittens on the 7th Floor! What good person doesn't love cats? Another example of his good heart would be... well... uhm... that's about how good he gets.

'Torture by overstimulation is certainly different compared to typically slowly breaking every bone in a person's body, self-mutilation, or psychological torture. In this case, it would be tickling. Surprisingly, it does the job of making the victim suffer. Perhaps Aura was right. Still, I prefer the benchmark way of torture. Inflicting physical pain.' The arch-devil thought to himself as he watched the elf plead for the tickling to stop.

"Dave, I've had enough of this. You could start violating this specimen like the others. Make sure to get her pregnant. Be as rough as you want, I don't care." "Certainly, Lord Demiurge." The arch-devil slowly got up from his chair before revealing a sinister smile. The elves laughs quickly turned into those of wretched screams as Demiurge closed the doors to the cell, leaving the two on their own.

The Happy Farm could be divided into three sectors. The sector Demiurge was currently in was the breeding sector, located underneath the Happy Farm. Unlike the other two sectors that resembled an actual farm, the breeding sector was more like a prison with typical medieval prison features.