True or not, I like that explanation better, Beatrice said. "My sister got turned, a few years ago, Turned into a a feral wolfskin, and filed to the woods to get away from the kingdom's divine protection aura. Our old master didn't want to deal with her, so he let her go. She had a dick, probably large enough to hurt, but not large enough to kill someone, not like the big boy we saw here. It makes me happy to think there's some part of her still in there, holding her back from becoming a truly vicious monster."
"Yes," mhe mumbled. "Taint's why the early stage of Taint corruption included an increased libido and an overwhelming desire to dominate and inflict pain. For those with more Taint, that desire can get quite extreme."
So all of our customers survived getting monster raped?" I asked, skeptically.
"Probably not. Being captured by a monster usually leads to a full transformation unless someone else shows up to save them. The monsters don't let their victims go until they're fully Tainted. No, these guys are probably just inflicted with Power Greed, they're people who levelled up too fast for their blessings to catch and cleanse the Taint from them." Beatrice explained.
"Ah yeah... I guess that makes more sense." I said.
Finally, I had my answer as to why there were so many of these cruel sadistic bastards. If advent experimenting naturally led to Taint corruption, which naturally led to sadism, then a town that catered to adventurers would obviously have enough well paid sadists to warrant running a torture brothel like this.
I could even picture how the non-cruel townsfolk let them get away with it too. It was probably seen how many as a lesser evil, a way to keep the horny, pent up, sadistic adventurers with no legal outlet for their urges, from abusing innocent human townsfolk.
That didn't mean any of this was okay. It was still most definitely fucked up, but I could at least see how the townsfolk rationalized it in their minds.
"How long is... umm... that going to take?" I asked, pointing at the feral fox girl and her victim.
"Corruption?" Beatrice said. "Depends. After only an hour there can be some minor, yet permanent personality changes, like the high libido and sadism Ginny talked about. If rescued early, the victim can learn to manage those urges, and live their life more or less normally. They usually stay the window for a few weeks, though. After that, the victim is considered corrupted and unrescueable. At that point they have usually too far gone for them to reintegrate with society. There's too much mental degradation, and they're basically a growling horny beast too stupid to do anything but fuck. But there are exceptions to the rule, there have been stories of some people lasting as long as two days and being saved with their minds intact. I guess it would depend on their Willpower stat? As for a full transformation? That usually takes around a month of solid rape, but I think that time varies quite a bit, depending on the monster's level."
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"Wouldn't you starve to death before that?" I asked.
"Once the physical changes start, the need for food and water goes away. Monsters have no desires or physical needs, other than the insatiable need to rape us," Beatrice explained.
"Keep in mind, you won't be lucid for much of it..." Ginny said. "Your mind will be gone after ten hours. That's why my mom told me. If you get caught, you only suffer for ten hours, then there's no more pain."
"That's not the most reassuring thing to tell a kid," I commented.
"Really?" Beatrice said. "Fuck, I wish my mom told me that. I grew up thinking I would be gang raped for months if a tribe of goblins caught me. I wish I'd known about the mental degradation part earlier. My mom couldn't even get me to look outside the walls. Heck, I was afraid of toilets for two whole years because somebody told me goblins liked to lurk in the public latrines."
"Is that true?" Ginny gasped.
"Fuck if I know," Beatrice said.
"Yes, along with Weavers, Centipedes, Slimes, and other monsters favoring subterranean environments. But the latrines get inspected by the guards every morning and night so the risk of actually encountering a monster in there is low," Lothele said.
"Oh great...br> I wish you hadn't told me that... now I'll imagine a smiley sewer monster grabbing me and dragging me down every time I go pee," Ginny said.
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"Not like we'll ever need to use a lattrine again with them Purifying us twice a day," Bethany commented.
"I guess that's a perk," I said with a a smirk.
"It's unlikely, but occasionally a customer will request a girl with unwashed body odour, or a full bladder, in that case they are not Purified, and usually required to... void themselves... at the client's request," Lothele commented.
"W-why would they want?" Ginny said. "It's like that healer... h-he..."
"Don't worry, those customers are rare," Lothelea said serenely. "It's far more likely you'll be the ones drinking their pee instead."
Ginny wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"I should be horrified by that but..." Beatrice signed in resignation. "You know what? Sure, whatever. It's still better than the rack."
"A lot of things are better than the rack," Lothelea agreed.
"You tried it out yet?" Beatrice asked.
"I've belonged to Lord Anthony Volda, this town's most infamous sadist, for five years... Yes, I've experienced every torture device in the dungeon... more than once," Lothelea said with her own sigh of resignation.
"Fuck..." I muttered.
"FUBAR, right?" Ginny said, adopting the phrase I taught her.
"Yeah arithmetic, definitely FUBAR," I replied.
"Is there anything worse?" Beatrice asked, with terrified curiosity.
"Yes it was," Lothelea agreed.
The conversation lapsed into an awkward silence. Nobody really had anything to say on the matter of getting skinned alive.
"Wasn't there like... When I got Chloe, a [High Priest] put her collar on. He said certain members of the Church of the Untainted can take them off..."