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Upload Time ： May 4, 2025
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Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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The crowd in the square gradually dispersed, leaving only Anna, hanging on the wooden frame like a broken doll, and the lingering air of humiliation. Grand Sister Agra reappeared, her eyes complex, filled with both anger at Karon's brutality and sorrow for the fallen queen before her. She signaled the nuns behind her to carefully take Anna down from the rack. At this moment, Anna was disoriented, covered in filth, her chainmail bikini almost embedded in her flesh, her skin covered with various marks. Her eyes were vacant, and she unconsciously repeated obscenities: "Fuck me... Karon... fuck me hard... not enough... let everyone fuck me... I'm the queen... your bitch... ah..." Her voice was hoarse, yet carried a morbid excitement, completely devoid of reason, dignity, or even the slightest hint of human intellect, leaving only the most primal, twisted desires. Agra suppressed her discomfort and helped her, trudging heavily back to the Royal St. Mary's Convent.
A day passed, and in a secluded chamber deep within the convent, the young nun Catherine reported with undisguised disgust and fatigue on her face: "Sister Superior, she... she hasn't stopped since she was brought in this morning. She's been... been masturbating herself, shouting those... unspeakable words. We try to give her water, but she throws it up, she only wants to drink... sigh, she's almost dried herself out. Forgive me for saying so, Sister Superior, but she's like a maddened lustful donkey! Since she arrived, our peaceful convent is more like a brothel... more noisy and filthy!" Agra listened in silence, watching the former queen lying on the floor, twisting her body frantically, trying to extract pleasure from herself, her heart filled with heaviness. Karon's methods had not only destroyed Anna's body but had also completely shattered her spirit.
She paused, her eyes sharpening: "Prepare 'Reshaping Therapy.' We must inflict stimulation and pain far beyond what Karon did, to completely collapse and release her personality, which has already succumbed to humiliation. Only in this way might her own remaining will as queen have a chance to regain dominance. It's dangerous, and the success or failure... depends solely on her." Catherine's face changed upon hearing this, but she nodded in agreement.
Soon after, Anna was taken to a special treatment room deep within the convent. She was securely bound to a cold metal frame, her limbs spread wide in a "star" shape. Cold metal clamps were attached to her nipples, connected to wires that emitted a faint hum. And between her legs, a disc covered in soft silicone, but studded with fine bumps and serrations, was pressed against her most sensitive private parts and slowly began to rotate. At first, it was just a slight tingle, but as the disc's speed increased and the electrodes activated, indescribable agony and intense pleasure swept over Anna like a tsunami! It was a stimulation far more direct, more brutal, and more desperate than Karon's manipulations! Her screams were heart-wrenching, her body convulsed and twitched violently, the chains clattering. She wanted to beg for mercy, to curse, but only discordant moans mixed with pain and ecstasy came out. Blue liquid once again gushed out uncontrollably, but soon became thin, leaving only clear discharge and specks of blood. Her consciousness was repeatedly torn apart and disintegrated in the extreme pain and pleasure. The "slut" persona, who sought satisfaction in humiliation, was completely shattered by this even stronger stimulation, turning into nothingness. Finally, she completely lost consciousness, collapsing on the rack like a puddle of mud, only a faint breath proving she was still alive.
After an unknown amount of time, Anna awoke in a bed. She found herself wearing clean white robes, lying on soft bedding. Sunlight streamed in through the window, bringing a touch of warmth. She tried to move her hands and feet but found that her wrists and ankles were secured to the bed frame with soft leather straps. "Your Majesty, you're awake," Grand Sister Agra's voice sounded beside her. "To prevent you from harming yourself unconsciously and worsening your condition, we need to do this temporarily. You need to rely on your own will to overcome it." Catherine stood aside, looking at Anna, her eyes still somewhat complex and disdainful. She whispered to Agra, "Sister Superior, her periods of lucidity are very limited, and her physical reactions... I think this restraint..." Agra interrupted her, "I know. But at least, she has recovered a part of herself." Anna heard their conversation and was silent. She wanted to deny it, but at the same time, she could feel that familiar, shameful emptiness and desire deep within her body yearning to emerge, even more intensely than before. She tensed her body, barely resisting them.
A few more days passed, and the restraints on Anna's body were finally removed. The physical confinement disappeared, but the mental shackles remained heavy. Sunlight streamed through the convent's tall stained-glass windows, falling on the white sheets, but it could not dispel the gloom in her heart. She could think clearly, recall Karon's brutality and her own humiliation, and feel the efforts that Grand Sister Agra and the nuns had made for her. However, that morbid desire for shame and pleasure, forcibly implanted into her bones, gnawed at her will like a parasite. That afternoon, she bit her lip, her hands unconsciously stroking and kneading her flat abdomen, and a familiar heat began to rise. Agra was alone in the room. "Agra..." Anna's voice carried a subtle tremor and plea. She arched her back slightly, looking at the Sister Superior with dazed eyes, "I... I need..." Her hand slid uncontrollably towards her legs, her fingertips gently pressing through the thin robes on the place that had endured countless humiliations and was now abnormally sensitive. Agra immediately noticed her abnormality and pressed down on Anna's restless hands and body with an undeniable force. Her eyes remained calm, but with a hint of severity: "Yes, Your Majesty, you need to rest." Her voice was not loud, but it clearly entered Anna's ears, carrying a sense of comfort and a warning.
Anna's body trembled slightly because of this sudden suppression. The fire of desire that had just been ignited was forcibly extinguished, leaving her with an unspeakable emptiness and loss. But at the same time, the warmth and strength from Agra's hand gave her a strange sense of security, even... a hidden, controlled pleasure. At that moment, the young nun Catherine walked in with a bowl of medicine. She saw the scene and quickly lowered her head, but the fleeting expression on her lips, mixed with contempt and mockery, was keenly caught by Anna. Catherine seemed unable to truly let go of her resentment toward this "impure" queen. Anna closed her eyes and buried her face deeply in the soft pillow. The feeling of humiliation washed over her again, but this time, it was no longer pure pain. She knew that her body's reaction was pathological, the mark left by Karon. She hated the feeling, but she could not completely get rid of it. The road to recovery was long and difficult. She not only had to fight her body's instincts but also face the strange gazes of others and rebuild her shattered self-perception.
A day passed, and in a secluded chamber deep within the convent, the young nun Catherine reported with undisguised disgust and fatigue on her face: "Sister Superior, she... she hasn't stopped since she was brought in this morning. She's been... been masturbating herself, shouting those... unspeakable words. We try to give her water, but she throws it up, she only wants to drink... sigh, she's almost dried herself out. Forgive me for saying so, Sister Superior, but she's like a maddened lustful donkey! Since she arrived, our peaceful convent is more like a brothel... more noisy and filthy!" Agra listened in silence, watching the former queen lying on the floor, twisting her body frantically, trying to extract pleasure from herself, her heart filled with heaviness. Karon's methods had not only destroyed Anna's body but had also completely shattered her spirit.
She paused, her eyes sharpening: "Prepare 'Reshaping Therapy.' We must inflict stimulation and pain far beyond what Karon did, to completely collapse and release her personality, which has already succumbed to humiliation. Only in this way might her own remaining will as queen have a chance to regain dominance. It's dangerous, and the success or failure... depends solely on her." Catherine's face changed upon hearing this, but she nodded in agreement.
Soon after, Anna was taken to a special treatment room deep within the convent. She was securely bound to a cold metal frame, her limbs spread wide in a "star" shape. Cold metal clamps were attached to her nipples, connected to wires that emitted a faint hum. And between her legs, a disc covered in soft silicone, but studded with fine bumps and serrations, was pressed against her most sensitive private parts and slowly began to rotate. At first, it was just a slight tingle, but as the disc's speed increased and the electrodes activated, indescribable agony and intense pleasure swept over Anna like a tsunami! It was a stimulation far more direct, more brutal, and more desperate than Karon's manipulations! Her screams were heart-wrenching, her body convulsed and twitched violently, the chains clattering. She wanted to beg for mercy, to curse, but only discordant moans mixed with pain and ecstasy came out. Blue liquid once again gushed out uncontrollably, but soon became thin, leaving only clear discharge and specks of blood. Her consciousness was repeatedly torn apart and disintegrated in the extreme pain and pleasure. The "slut" persona, who sought satisfaction in humiliation, was completely shattered by this even stronger stimulation, turning into nothingness. Finally, she completely lost consciousness, collapsing on the rack like a puddle of mud, only a faint breath proving she was still alive.
After an unknown amount of time, Anna awoke in a bed. She found herself wearing clean white robes, lying on soft bedding. Sunlight streamed in through the window, bringing a touch of warmth. She tried to move her hands and feet but found that her wrists and ankles were secured to the bed frame with soft leather straps. "Your Majesty, you're awake," Grand Sister Agra's voice sounded beside her. "To prevent you from harming yourself unconsciously and worsening your condition, we need to do this temporarily. You need to rely on your own will to overcome it." Catherine stood aside, looking at Anna, her eyes still somewhat complex and disdainful. She whispered to Agra, "Sister Superior, her periods of lucidity are very limited, and her physical reactions... I think this restraint..." Agra interrupted her, "I know. But at least, she has recovered a part of herself." Anna heard their conversation and was silent. She wanted to deny it, but at the same time, she could feel that familiar, shameful emptiness and desire deep within her body yearning to emerge, even more intensely than before. She tensed her body, barely resisting them.
A few more days passed, and the restraints on Anna's body were finally removed. The physical confinement disappeared, but the mental shackles remained heavy. Sunlight streamed through the convent's tall stained-glass windows, falling on the white sheets, but it could not dispel the gloom in her heart. She could think clearly, recall Karon's brutality and her own humiliation, and feel the efforts that Grand Sister Agra and the nuns had made for her. However, that morbid desire for shame and pleasure, forcibly implanted into her bones, gnawed at her will like a parasite. That afternoon, she bit her lip, her hands unconsciously stroking and kneading her flat abdomen, and a familiar heat began to rise. Agra was alone in the room. "Agra..." Anna's voice carried a subtle tremor and plea. She arched her back slightly, looking at the Sister Superior with dazed eyes, "I... I need..." Her hand slid uncontrollably towards her legs, her fingertips gently pressing through the thin robes on the place that had endured countless humiliations and was now abnormally sensitive. Agra immediately noticed her abnormality and pressed down on Anna's restless hands and body with an undeniable force. Her eyes remained calm, but with a hint of severity: "Yes, Your Majesty, you need to rest." Her voice was not loud, but it clearly entered Anna's ears, carrying a sense of comfort and a warning.
Anna's body trembled slightly because of this sudden suppression. The fire of desire that had just been ignited was forcibly extinguished, leaving her with an unspeakable emptiness and loss. But at the same time, the warmth and strength from Agra's hand gave her a strange sense of security, even... a hidden, controlled pleasure. At that moment, the young nun Catherine walked in with a bowl of medicine. She saw the scene and quickly lowered her head, but the fleeting expression on her lips, mixed with contempt and mockery, was keenly caught by Anna. Catherine seemed unable to truly let go of her resentment toward this "impure" queen. Anna closed her eyes and buried her face deeply in the soft pillow. The feeling of humiliation washed over her again, but this time, it was no longer pure pain. She knew that her body's reaction was pathological, the mark left by Karon. She hated the feeling, but she could not completely get rid of it. The road to recovery was long and difficult. She not only had to fight her body's instincts but also face the strange gazes of others and rebuild her shattered self-perception.