Tears of Hope

In the inn room, the faint candlelight stretched their figures, casting ambiguous shadows on the wall. Agra's voice was deep and husky, like telling a distant and terrifying legend, or sharing a secret buried deep in her heart. Her fingertips gently traced Anna's skin, from her sensitive and trembling neck, slowly down, swirling at her delicate collarbone, and then sliding towards her chest, which was slightly rising and falling with tension. Anna's breathing became involuntarily rapid, her body like a drawn bow, waiting for the final release of the arrow.

"It was an... unconventional exorcism, Anna," Agra's voice seemed to carry magic, each word striking Anna's heart, "The opponent was an ancient black demon, its power was beyond imagination, ordinary prayers and holy water were useless against it. It corrupted the mind of a bishop, defiling his faith and body, taking pleasure in it."

Agra's fingers deftly untied the belt of Anna's robe, her cool fingertips touching her warm skin, causing Anna to shiver slightly. She could feel Agra's breath brushing against her ear, with an unusual heat.

"At the time, I volunteered to become a 'submissive vessel'..." Agra's voice was without any emotion, as if telling someone else's story, but Anna could feel the deep-seated pain and humiliation from her slightly tightened fingertips, "The black demon's power was too strong, there had to be a soul and body resilient enough to bear its filth, in order to finally imprison it."

"You said... stripped of everything," Anna repeated softly, her voice with a slight tremor, "And... 'submission'. Was that... a choice, or does it mean you were completely defeated?" The question was so direct and primal, reflecting the fear deep in her heart of her past submission to Caron, and the abnormal desires she was still fighting against.

As Agra spoke, her hands became less and less "restrained." Her fingertips, with an irresistible guidance, probed into the muddy valley between Anna's legs. Anna's body stiffened abruptly, then arched uncontrollably, a suppressed groan escaping her throat. That sensitive spot, developed to the extreme by Caron, now exploded with an unspeakable torrent of pleasure under Agra's fingertips.

Anna: "I've had similar dreams, in the darkness... I can't see anything, I can only feel... countless cold, slippery tentacles... they... they tear my clothes, exploring every corner of my body..." Anna's voice became a little ethereal, as if she had returned to that desperate scene.

Terrifying images uncontrollably surfaced in Anna's mind: a brave nun, tightly缠绕by countless hideous tentacles, her pure nun's habit torn apart, her snow-white skin exposed to evil claws. Those tentacles greedily invaded all the orifices of her body—not just the private passage, even the digestive tract, which should have been pure, was forcibly penetrated and filled with foreign objects. She could imagine the nun writhing desperately in extreme pain and humiliation, uttering inarticulate wails, her pure faith teetering in the face of absolute desecration.

"Ah... Agra..." Anna's body trembled violently, and waves of hot love juice gushed from between her legs, soaking the sheets beneath her. As she listened to Agra's story, her body's reaction became even more intense. That morbid desire for humiliation and pain, forcibly implanted, reached an unprecedented peak under Agra's story and caresses.

"They squirm in my body... filling... I can feel my body being completely... defiled... every breath is filled with despair and... an irresistible fall..." Agra's voice grew closer and closer, her lips pressed against Anna's earlobe, the moist heat almost driving Anna insane.

Anna's consciousness began to blur, the pleasure in her body came in waves like a raging sea, completely engulfing her. She seemed to have become that nun, ravaged by demons in the darkness, enduring extreme pain, yet experiencing a twisted ecstasy in the pain. She didn't know if she was trembling for Agra's experience, or trembling for her own indulgence at this moment.

Agra's story continued, each word like a key, opening one gate after another of desire within Anna's body. Anna clutched the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white, her body thrown to the clouds again and again, then falling heavily. She could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, only knew that she was being dominated by a powerful and irresistible force.

After countless slow but certain spasms, Anna's vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness, falling into a deep sleep. But in the last moment before her consciousness dissipated, she seemed to hear her own broken and satisfied, violent moans echoing in her ears...