This is part 2 of the Fictional Opera translation. For a bit of background on the author and to get up to speed on the story, check out part 1 here.
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Sexual content
Rape, including violence, torture, and humiliation
This includes insertion of foreign objects…and later expelling them, for lack of a less vulgar term
Strong language/profanity
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Nudity with nothing explicit shown, though the picture is a bit disturbing in context
Colonel Milva Sarifam, an Arabian man in his late thirties with dark curly hair and pale skin, was submissive to pleasure and loyal to his desires.
Something inside that Colonel Milva reacted strongly and violently against Lady. He soon became Lady’s, or rather Tony’s, loyal customer.
Sam’s tavern had private rooms on the second and third floors, and all seven rooms on the second floor were contracted by Tony Willie to be used as a brothel. Since Colonel Milva could not have prostitutes in his military quarters, he became a regular guest. He had a room kept open personally for him, as he did not like beds used by others. Thanks to Colonel Milva, Tony was getting more than enough money and rewards, but since humans are greedy, he always complained that he had to sacrifice a percentage of his business for him.
Colonel Milva’s specially prepared room could be accessed from the outside by a staircase at the back of the building without having to go through the tavern downstairs.
Lady got out of Tony’s car behind the bar and trudged up the dark staircase. At the top of the stairs, he turned around at the door and his eyes met Tony’s, who was standing leaning against the car. He stood and watched to be sure Lady knocked on the door.
“You arrived sooner than I thought, Lady.”
Right as he knocked, the door opened as if it had been waiting for him, and Lady was greeted by the mustached Colonel Milva. Meanwhile, he heard the sound of the engine and knew that Tony’s car had left.
“I thought you’d run away again, but…”
With narrowed eyes, Colonel Milva stared intently, as if licking him all over.
“…I never ran away.”
Lady turned away as he was ushered into a dimly lit room with cheap curtains. If all it took was being held by this man, instead of toiling away for a pitiful wage like a day laborer, he would rather just use his body for sex and be done with it.
Colonel Milva approached Lady with a distorted expression of joy that he couldn’t hide.
“Don’t look so disgusted.”
He said, reaching out his hand to touch him.
The man’s hand rested on his slender, well-shaped chin, then trailed his fingertips up the chin to the cheek, and then to the scarred cheek, and Lady turned his head in disgust.
“Hehehe…”
Colonel Milva laughed.
“I guess you’ve been preparing yourself during the time you kept me waiting these past two weeks, haven’t you Lady?”
The sadistic man’s eyes lit up with a slimy glow, and an eerie atmosphere flowed through them.
Horrifying.
“Come over here. Before I partake of you, let’s eat something light first.”
Lady was taken by the hand and forced to sit down at a table next to the bed in the back of the room. Colonel Milva, in good spirits, called to bring the food, and then sat down at the table, facing Lady.
“People say bad things about me. That I’m greedy… and lustful, and a coward, on top of that.”
After eating and getting a bit tipsy after a few drinks, Colonel Milva said to himself in a self deprecating way,
“But, Lady, none of this would have been possible if it wasn’t for me.”
Lady listened quietly as the other man began to coil around him in his drunken state.
“It wouldn’t have worked without me. That goes for you too, Lady. I’m the only reason you’re doing business here. Do you understand?”
…So, as if to say that disobeying is not allowed, Colonel Milva stretched out his hand and beckoned Lady. Reluctantly going around the table towards him, Lady was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the man’s embrace.
“What’s the matter, are you scared? Or are you just shaking with anticipation?”
His breath smelling of alcohol in his ear, Colonel Milva stroked Lady’s body over his thin garments. The relentless, tenacious touch of this man’s fingers made Lady shudder, and his smothered body, remembering the pleasures of flesh, quickly began to heat up and react.
The colonel sensed the change (erection) in Lady and grinned, but Lady bit his lip and hung his head. When he did, Colonel Milva’s eyes caught a glimpse of the half of his face covered by his long purple hair.
“Fufufu… I’m curious as to how you got that scar on your face. I don’t think it’s from a man, is it?”
He could only assume Lady’s scarred face had to have been slashed by someone, or perhaps the god of beauty had taken the other half out of jealousy.
“Well, it would be rude to force the question. There was a war. Our Earth Federation lost. Something must have happened that you don’t want other people to know about.”
He said so in a straightforward manner, but with a sludgy feeling inside. Colonel Milva pushed Lady in his arms down to the floor and, with the same momentum, ripped his clothes off.
“I can buy you whatever new clothes you want.”
As Lady tried to escape, Colonel Milva encroached while propped up above him, stealing away every last bit of cloth. Though Lady’s face was indelibly scarred, his naked body was unblemished in any way. When the cold alabaster skin was revealed, Colonel Milva felt a shiver of lust akin to vertigo.
“Come on, Lady. Kneel before me.”
Prompted by Colonel Milva’s words filled with anticipation, Lady did as he was told and put his hands on the floor. He raised his white, toned buttocks, and his slender waist created a smooth line that was neither feminine nor masculine.
Colonel Milva circled around Lady on all fours beneath him, running his heated fingertips over all parts of his body, his gaze lingering on the innermost coral pink between two hills of thin flesh.
“Should I let this here have something to eat too?”
Colonel Milva said so, his voice hoarse with arousal, and put his hand on the inside of Lady’s thigh, trying to force his legs apart. Lady trembled slightly, but gave up and did as he was told. The man licked his dry lips with excitement, twisted in a distorted smile.
Lady bit his lower lip and braced himself. He tried not to make eye contact with the man. That was the best he could do to keep himself together.
But when the sudden and unexpected intrusion came, Lady let out a cry of horror.
“Ah….!”
With a groan, he immediately stiffened as if his whole body had gone rigid.
“Sto…p…”
He made a small, inaudible sound.
“What’s the big deal? How can my thing go in and this little sausage can’t?”
The sausages left on the dining table were inserted by Colonel Milva’s hand. As he felt the soft folds of his flesh being pushed apart, internal organs being expanded and invaded, and fingertips being pushed deeper and deeper, Lady gasped in pain…or rather humiliation.
“There’s still some left.”
He picked up another piece of sausage meat, about the thickness of a thumb, from the plate and forced it upon Lady.
“I’ll make sure you clean your plate.”
Saying ominously, Colonel Milva pushed in the second one. Helped by the fat, the penetration was easy, and Lady gasped and shuddered again. It felt like he was going insane.
His body, which had been horrified by shame and humiliation, was unwittingly accompanied by a sweet sensation in the midst of the pain and suffering whenever a foreign object was forced inside of him, breaking his spirit.
The flesh, the unconcealable male sexuality, revealed the change inside of Lady. Colonel Milva, satisfied with the transformation, traced it with his fingertips and played with it in his hand.
“A…ah…!”
Lady let out a wet, pained voice.
“Ah…nnn…!”
The moment he heard the end of the moan reach crescendo, Colonel Milva’s desire burst. Lady, already with four sausages inserted inside and dripping with meat fat, was covered like a beast from behind.
“S, sto….p….”
The colonel’s manhood pushed forward, using his strength to hold down Lady, who grunted in pain and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“Uu!….uuu”
Lady moaned at the unbearable pressure, but knew that the colonel’s thrusting, reddish-brown specimen was still less than halfway in, and tried to escape.
“Aaa…uuuu, umumu….”
The deep penetration of the sausage was pushed forward, gouging the narrow folds of his soft flesh. Lady’s purple hair fluttered in rejection at the unbearable stimulation.
“Not yet.”
The colonel’s manhood marches forward, forcibly pushing out the fleshy, coral pink buds.
“Ah – !!”
At that moment, with a single high-pitched scream, Lady’s body collapsed to the floor, limp and unresponsive.
Colonel Milva lifted up the dependent Lady in his arms, skillfully changing his body position while deeply penetrating him, pulling him into his cross-legged lap.
“Ku…”
By being raised up by his upper body, Lady was forced to thrust the man’s mass deep into his flesh with his own weight, awakening his consciousness to a new level of agony.
“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”
The colonel whispered in his ear while he thrusts deeply with his manhood.
“Uu…!”
And Lady endured, letting out a muffled, pained gasp with each thrust.
Yet this level of pain was nothing compared to the betrayal of that day.
It can be endured.
The pain of being forgotten, or anything of that magnitude, no longer torments Lady…but the humiliation burns him to the core. Having never been taught to kneel before others, his soul is trampled and he screams.
That scream will never reach Char Aznable…
Colonel Milva’s arousal was stimulated by the gasping voice that escaped from Lady’s wet lips. He painfully grasped his writhing, slender body, explosively climaxing while pushing against the previously inserted objects. Colonel Milva poured a violent torrent (sperma) deep within Lady, slamming against his insides.
Then, even though Lady looked too beaten to resist, he tied him up with rope around both wrists.
“W…what?”
For a moment, his frightened green pupils were directed at him, but the colonel didn’t care. Without hesitation, he grabbed the end of the tied rope and pulled Lady along with him. He was dragged by force, hands held high in the air, and the end of the rope was tied to a metal key-shaped hook, as if being sewn into the wall. Standing behind him, Colonel Milva forced his legs apart, and then put his hands on the stiff, twin hills and spread them.
“I don’t want to…ah…”
As soon as it was spread, the white cloudiness that had been poured into it dripped down through the fleshy gap that was about to close, and Lady shuddered as he felt it slipping out of him.
“Come on, Lady. Push out the sausages.”
“Colonel…!”
At the same time as he screamed, Lady writhed as he felt the foreign object, which had been pushed deep inside and was covered with cloudy sap (sperma), slowly sliding out of his body.
“Come on Lady, push it. Push with all your might or it won’t come out.”
It seemed that they penetrated so deeply that it was impossible to push it out of the body with just a wriggling movement of the rectum.
“What’s the matter, should I make it easier for you, Lady…?”
“No, please stop…!”
Lady raises his voice with a shiver.
“Isn’t it painful to have a full stomach?”
Unable to respond, Lady groaned and shook his head. Colonel Milva looked at him with an unbreaking gaze.
“I think we should use it after all.”
After talking to himself, he took out a glass instrument hidden under the old table.
“No, stop…”
The sound of glass clinking against glass made Lady shudder as he recalled a torment that he once endured. The humiliation of being subjected to forced physiology in front of strangers came back to him. From that moment on, little by little, he started to go crazy.
“That’s the one thing I don’t want…”
Lady’s disgust and writhing form made Colonel Milva even more excited.
“Well then, think you can squeeze it out on your own?”
Lady shook his head. Bringing his hand around to the front, Colonel Milva toyed with Lady’s abdomen, trapping him once again.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want either option.”
Lady shook his head violently as he felt the man’s hot breath on his face. Tormented by the stimulus on his front and the presence of the foreign objects inside, Lady could not choose between the two, considering the humiliation that was about to befall him. His mind was already broken, but he felt that if this continued, even his last remaining dignity as a person would be stripped away.
Colonel Milva, annoyed with Lady, inserted his fingertips from behind and groped inside. Lady grunted in pain, his brow furrowed. Colonel Milva grinned when he felt the tip of the sausage coming down on his fingertip, and deliberately pushed it back.
“Uwa….!”
In a panic, Lady tried to break free, but the colonel’s hand gripped from the front and held him back. Furthermore, the colonel moved the sausage in an arc inside with his fingers.
“Don’t… I’ll… I’ll… I’ll do it myself.”
Lady squeezed out in a hoarse voice, unable to bear it any longer. Colonel Milva narrowed his glistening eyes with a distorted smile.
“All right, it’s showtime. It’s a little sad that I’m the only spectator.”
Colonel Milva Sarifam, greedily seeking to devour the pleasure, paced around the room as if unable to stay still, newly aroused by the sight of Lady’s humiliation. The floor was dripping with the sap that the colonel had poured into him, creating a white, cloudy fountain.
“A, aaaahh!”
Eventually, Lady pulled back his throat, and with greasy sweat all over his pale body, pushed out a foreign object from deep within him. The coral pink folds of flesh seemed to rise up from the inside, and the round head of the sausage appeared.
“Uuu…”
Lady let out a groan from the pain of humiliation and oppression. A feverish, lecherous gaze focused on that one part of Lady’s body. While being violated by those eyes, the second one came down, and Lady was dragged into a vortex of dizziness. In the midst of the mind-breaking humiliation and defilement, the spirit and body become numb, and a sob leaked out of his open lips.
“Hey, Lady. If you’re interested…”
The colonel went behind Lady, who was unable to push out the last foreign object. Taking out a flat whip (paddle), he lightly struck his white, firm, shapely buttocks, before then striking harder.
“Ah…!”
Lady groaned and winced in pain, tormented by the sensation of the foreign object awakening inside of him.
“Lady, if you’re interested, there’s nothing I can’t do.”
Colonel Milva continued, slapping the unresponsive Lady on the buttocks. Unlike a stick whip, the flat whip does not threaten to tear the skin, but it inflicts a wide area of severe pain, and the sound of the striking causes a feeling of psychological fear and surrender.
“You know, with my power, I could get you up close and personal with that Char Aznable guy.”
At that moment, Lady reacted with a jolt as if he had been pulled back to reality.
“Char Aznable?”
“That’s right. Major General Char Aznable of Zeon. You at least know his name, don’t you?”
Lady didn’t reply. The Colonel’s blows continued, as if he did not intend to hear the answer anyway. He did not see the expression on Lady’s face as he turned to face the wall.
“Next week, Char Aznable is coming to the neighboring city of New York, and we’re going to be his escort.”
Colonel Milva, ignorant and oblivious, continued.
“It’s a memorial service for a good friend who died in the war, but in reality it’s a setup for Char Aznable to become supreme ruler or prime minister of Zeon. I hear he’s quite the go-getter, so it’s a demonstration of sorts against the remaining ex-Zabi faction in Zeon.”
The tension in his soul reached the deepest part of Lady’s body, and the last foreign object remained contained and did not come down.
“After all, the close friend who died was the youngest child of the Zabi family, and it seems that Degwin Zabi had decided that he would be his successor.”
Colonel Milva said with disgust, and then, perhaps to relieve his irritation, he hit Lady with strong force. With a start, Lady’s whole body bounced back and twisted.
“Why should the Federation Forces hold a memorial service for a man like that, and why should we be his bodyguards? Well, there are still many people on earth (moles) who hate Char Aznable…”
Colonel Milva’s words were filled with hatred, as if to say that he was one of them.
“Lady, if it hadn’t been for the war, would you have had to live like this? If only there had been no war.”
Colonel Milva’s tone had turned rough. It was out of his hatred and fear of Char, the Red Comet.
“Why does the Earth still have to be overrun by Zeon bastards?”
And he had made an error in judgment when, after the war ended, many Earth Federation soldiers became citizens of Zeon.
“…but that’s just the howling of a sore loser. We were defeated and there’s nothing we can do about it. When he comes, we’ll bow our heads and welcome him. If anyone tries to grab him, we’ll take them down. And his speech… let’s listen to that fake-ass speech from Char Aznable, the one who gave us so much trouble.”
Colonel Milva, trying to calm his passion and hatred, stroked the white buttocks of the suffering Lady who was tied up and beaten but could not release the final humiliation.
“Hey Lady, if you want, I can show you Char Aznable up close.”
Lady reacted to those words once again.
Could it be that he knows…
His face turned pale with anxiety.
“What’s the matter? You interested?”
No. Lady shook his head.
“Okay, well… I don’t know what the hell I can do to get your attention.”
Colonel Milva transferred the brunt of his hatred to Lady, who was no match for him. In fact, he indeed had made the right choice in an outlet for his hatred towards the Zabi family and for Zeon.
He then picked up the glassware he had put on the table earlier. Heavy and with plenty inside, it was filled with a medicinal solution made for Lady’s torment.
“No, no, no!! No, stop… Colonel, Colonel Milva…!”
Sensing what was about to happen, Lady screamed, but to the ears of the mad man, even those screams now had a pleasant ring to them.
“How was it? Pretty good time, eh?”
Tony asked in a good-humored tone toward the listless Lady.
Lady had not spoken to Tony properly since providing his services to Colonel Milva. Upon his return, Tony could tell exactly what had happened to Lady based on his unusually shocked appearance and the wounds and inflamed areas on his body. Knowing that, he was terribly annoyed, but he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to that fact since he was dealing with Colonel Milva, and there was no small amount of money in his pocket.
Even so, Tony took care of Lady, and as promised, took him out to the bay to relax, and didn’t forget to treat him to dinner at the best restaurant on the water.
“That’s a big shrimp, so I’m sure it will be delicious no matter how you eat it, but you can open it with your fingers like this.”
In what could hardly be called polite manners, Tony thrust a steel knife into the back of a boiled prawn and opened it with his hands.
“Ok, don’t cut your fingers.”
Steelware spoils the taste of fish, but on Earth nowadays, you couldn’t ask for much more than that. And few could afford such luxuries as a big shrimp dinner.
Eventually, Tony cut Lady’s prawns into easy-to-eat pieces, and watched as he dipped them in the orange sauce and began to eat them.
“How’s it going? Are you feeling better now?”
Tony asked. In return, Lady looked up at Tony, smiled a little, and nodded.
“Tony, there’s no need to be extravagant, but can we stay at the bay for a few more days?”
“What’s the matter? You like it?”
Lady gave small but repeated nods.
“When we return, I’ll go visit Colonel Milva again, so I want to stay here for the next three days.”
Tony looked a little surprised at Lady’s words. He took a sip of the sour white wine to calm himself down, as if he needed time to let his brain make sense of what he had just heard.
“Why? Do you like it here so much that you’re willing to let Colonel Milva bed you again, even though you hate him?”
“I like the sea…”
Lady, trying not to make eye contact with Tony, gave the reason he had thought of beforehand.
“Huh, the sea? What’s so great about that? Well, I’ll gladly go with you if you’re willing to work hard.”
When with Colonel Milva, Lady was forced to do the things he hated the most, but perhaps because of all the torment, maybe he finally changed his mind…or so Tony selfishly decided.
“Want to order anything else?”
“This is plenty.”
“Heh, all right. Now that you’re feeling better, maybe you can keep me company tonight.”
In order to give Lady’s wounded body some rest, Tony had been forced to abstain.
“Hey, it’s fine right?”
“…Yes.”
Lady nodded as if to say he understood.
Lady was Tony’s property, but his first priority was to have him in the arms of Colonel Milva, a major client. Tony’s personal desires often required patience. Hence, it pleased Tony that Lady volunteered to sleep with Colonel Milva.
Tony believed that prostitutes, both men and women, who have no choice but to live by selling their bodies, should give up and change their minds at some point. They have to find some small pleasures and joy in their work. Finally, he thought, maybe Lady had given up too.
“There’s a lot of commotion over there, huh?”
The sailors at the next table over brought up a topic Lady had no desire to hear about.
“The population of New York City has tripled since the arrival (descent) of His Excellency Char Aznable. The radio has been full of news about Char since this morning.”
“It’s in all the papers as well.”
One of the sailors who had arrived late fluttered the rough-printed extra in his hand and held it out before his companion at the table.
For a brief moment, Lady saw a picture of Char Aznable printed on a large page. Although it was a black-and-white, galley-printed extra, Lady could practically see his platinum blond hair, and the sharp glare of his deep blue eyes.
Just the same…the man who was once his best friend.
And the only one who’s changed is me…
The only thing that’s changed is…
Feeling short of breath, Lady turned to Tony for help.
“Tony, let’s go.”
“Hm? What are you talking about? You’re still eating, aren’t you? It’s too good to waste.”
Not willing to argue, Lady averted his gaze from Tony and put his napkin on the table.
“What’s the matter with you? What a waste!”
To Tony, who was baffled and sulking at the untouched plate, Lady said sweetly,
“I want to go back to the hotel as soon as possible. And…you know…right?”
“What’s the matter? Do you want me?”
Grinning, he looked at Lady. Lady gave a small nod, and Tony’s eyes grew wide.
“You’ve changed, too. I guess you could say you’re coming out of your shell.”
Tony’s mood improved in an instant, and he took out the napkin from his collar and grabbed Lady’s hand from under the table.
“Okay, in that case, I’ll eat you in bed for the rest of our evening!”
After saying it loud enough for everyone around to hear, Tony called the waiter, paid the bill, tipped him, and then left the table with his arm around Lady’s shoulders. The appearance of the two of them would have looked suspicious in anyone’s eyes. Still, the male prostitute Lady no longer cared.
On the way back to the hotel, they bumped into a group of children handing out newspaper extras. A gleeful Tony Willie received a copy from one of them for no real reason, a large print of Char Aznable on it.
“Uu…n”
The moment the tip of the tongue touched it, the faint sting caused Lady’s body to twist.
The petals of the folds of flesh that had been forced to bloom by Colonel Milva were still salmon pink and bloodshot, leaving scars inside. Tony’s brow furrowed at the fact his precious commodity was damaged, but he licked it once more, this time as if he was trying to heal it.
“Ah…”
Reacting sharply, Lady bent his upper body.
The pain slowly changed into a lascivious, sweet sensation. It turned into a grotesque, perverted and masochistic pleasure, making Lady tormented in a different way.
“Tony…”
When the name was called in a wet voice, those who should have been in control lost their authority. Tony looked up and stared at the beautiful, yet shameful Lady.
“Lady, hey, Lady. I don’t treat you like he does. Because I care about you.”
“I know…”
Lady nodded, and put his arms around Tony’s body as if to invite him.
“With enough money, your scars can be healed. They grow skin and transplant it. I went to the hospital and asked them.”
Tony whispered to Lady as he ran his fingertips over the licked and moistened petals. Lady’s lacerated, expressionless profile seemed to contort into discomfort.
“It’s fine. Even if I stay like this.”
“If you go back to your old face, maybe your memory will come back too.”
Everyone who knew Lady, not just Tony, treated him as someone who lost his memory in the war.
“If my memory comes back, I might forget you, Tony…”
Lady replied, jokingly.
“That would suck for me!”
Tony raised his voice. Lady gave a little chuckle.
“Then hold me so I don’t forget, Tony… Otherwise, I don’t know what will happen…”
“I can’t believe what you’re saying, Lady. What the hell happened with Milva, huh? What did he do to you?”
Jealousy and curiosity turned into desire, and Tony went down on Lady.
“Aah…Tony…”
The moment the tip entered, Lady pressed his clenched fist against Tony’s chest and tried to push the man away from below.
“What’s wrong, are you in pain?”
“Ku…”
Lady groaned and writhed, but stopped resisting.
“Lady?”
With his hard and aroused manhood still wedged inside, Tony paused out of concern.
“Hey, are you in pain?”
“…Painful. But it’s okay. Go on, Tony…”
“You’re acting really weird.”
A prostitute becomes desperate when they realize they can’t be anything but a prostitute, but currently, Lady’s feelings were a little different. However, sensing a rare opportunity, Tony began to make his move, devouring the unusually eager Lady.
“Ah, aaaah, Tony!”
Suddenly, the door to the room was opened from the corridor side, as if Lady’s twisting body and screaming voice was a signal, or if on cue.
“What the hell, man?!”
Still holding Lady’s legs, Tony yelled at the intruder.
A tall man dressed in all black barged into the room. Lady’s pupils dilated in surprise as his gaze moved to the door, and he couldn’t stop shaking.
“Sorry for interrupting your fun. I know it’s rude at this hour, but I was in a hurry… Seems I forgot to knock, too.”
“It’s fine. We’re no strangers.”
Lady’s voice was chillingly calm as spoke.
He was afraid.
He had wondered when this day would come…
Waiting in fear that this man would come to kill him…again.
Today was that day.
End of part 2