Confessions of an Exorcist 📱 SUBSCRIPTION

Agra's words, "The Inquisition will hold me accountable for the pleasure I experience," were like a spell, igniting a fire of desire within Anna that stemmed from humiliation. Her body began to heat uncontrollably, her skin flushing an enticing red, her legs rubbing together restlessly, desperately seeking solace.

Just then, Caron's henchmen, several secret police dressed in black, arrived uninvited. The captain, with a forced smile, interrogated Agra about "Queen Anna's Domestication progress" and their secret "Agreement."

Agra's gaze was icy. Ignoring the lackeys, she turned to Anna and said, "Come with me."

She led Anna through the church's deep corridors to a hidden chamber. It was less a chamber and more like a sex shop dedicated to sadism and pleasure. The walls were covered with unheard-of restraints and torture devices.

"Why... why are these things in the church?" Anna asked breathlessly, her eyes filled with confusion and desire.

"Because the desires of the clergy need more restraint and release than those of mortals," Agra replied coldly, taking a set of exquisite red leather straps from the wall and selecting the right "tools" for Anna. "And these are their ways of restraining and releasing them."

Agra looked at Anna, lost and pained in her restraints, without a trace of pity in her eyes, but a hint of understanding. She knew that Anna had not yet touched the deepest, darkest truth of her soul.

"Let's stop fooling ourselves, Anna." Agra's voice was cold and flat as she reached out and precisely pinched Anna's nipple, barely visible beneath her sheer lace bra, kneading it with a firm, steady pressure.

"Ugh... ah..." The sudden stimulation made Anna tremble, a sweet moan escaping her lips, saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Agra leaned in close, whispering words only they could hear, a demonic murmur tempting her to fall: "This so-called search for opportunity... it's just an excuse to appease reason. Can you honestly say that your body hasn't been enjoying, depending on, these sensations from the very beginning?"

She increased the pressure of her fingertips, continuing to press: "Ask yourself, Anna... right now, being bound and toyed with like this, doesn't even a tiny part of your mind... crave even more excessive treatment?"

The words were like lightning, splitting Anna's chaotic thoughts.

Her body tensed, her pupils dilating instantly. The pleasure from Agra's fingers, mixed with her incisive words, formed a key, unlocking the most appalling Pandora's Box in her memory.

Anna's thoughts were abruptly dragged back to the humiliating arena. Once again, she saw Caron, high above her, easily defeating her and sending her crashing to the ground, her skin beneath her chainmail rubbing against the rough surface, eliciting laughter from the crowd.

"..."

She remembered being grabbed by Caron like a rag doll, placed across his lap, and spanked harshly in front of everyone, the sharp cracks echoing in her ears.

"..."

She remembered being completely humiliated, tied up in the center of the square, and the moment Caron slowly, mockingly, penetrated her with the cold scabbard of his sword...

In that moment, humiliation, pain, helplessness... and a tremor of pleasure, which she herself was unwilling to admit, ran through her entire body.

"Ah... hah..." The torrent of memories overwhelmed her reason, while in reality, Agra's fingers continued to tirelessly play with her nipple. Past and present overlapped, shame and desire intertwined. Anna's body gave the most honest answer—under Agra's kneading, her nipple became completely, shamelessly erect, as hard as stone, as if silently validating Agra's question and craving more stimulation.

Anna desperately realized that Agra was right.

This wasn't just about retaliation.

Her body, her soul, had been addicted to this feeling of being conquered, violated, and humiliated from the very beginning.

Anna's body was now completely dominated by desire. She twisted greedily, like a beautiful snake, actively welcoming the restraints in Agra's hand. As the cold leather straps wrapped around her white body, she felt not confinement, but an unparalleled sense of security and the anticipation of being caressed.

Thus, in a state of bondage, Anna listened to Agra, in the calmest of tones, recount the "confession" that had pushed her into the abyss.

"My memories begin with the church's hearing," Agra's voice echoed in the chamber, each word striking Anna's heart.

"At the meeting, they questioned me about the impure reactions my body had when I was violated by the demon." The scene flashed in Anna's mind: Agra, forced to stand in the center of the solemn courtroom, subjected to the scrutiny of all the sanctimonious priests.

"They had the church's medical officer publicly prove how 'impure' my body was." Agra's fingers began to wander over Anna's bound body, precisely teasing her most sensitive areas.

In Agra's description, she was publicly examined, proving that her body produced a large amount of fluid when violated. But her body's instincts could not control these reactions. On the contrary, under that extreme humiliation, she became even more sensitive, even more easily aroused. The various humiliations, combined with intense physical sensations and the shameful memories of the Black Demon's play, caused Agra to emit continuous, wanton moans at the hearing, in front of all the church members.

"In the end, after a three-hour hearing, I... rebelliously climaxed more than seventy times, my fluids covering the entire table."

"Ah... ah!" Anna's body trembled violently, feeling as if she were experiencing the same sensations. She knew in her heart that she and Agra were so alike in this respect, monsters who could only achieve extreme pleasure in extreme humiliation. As Agra recalled the events, she pushed the restrained Anna to orgasm several times, as if to have their souls completely empathize in the abyss of humiliation.

"After the hearing, I was unanimously judged to be a 'harlot.'"

Agra's voice was devoid of emotion, as if she were telling someone else's story. But Anna felt endless despair in it, a feeling that it would have been better if the Black Demon had destroyed everything in the first place, rather than enduring this living hell.

"The next day, I was tied to a cross and displayed as a lewd nun in the square in front of the main church."

Hearing this, Anna's pupils constricted. She remembered her own humiliation after being defeated by Caron, wearing the "mask of lewdness" and being publicly shamed on the wall. The same square, the same humiliation, the same despair.

"Just when I was most desperate, Caron came to my rescue." Agra finally got to the point. "He told me that as long as I agreed to his 'terms,' he would pressure the church to release me."

In that situation, Agra had no choice but to agree.

That night, in Caron's mansion, Agra undressed in front of him, changed into the black lingerie he had prepared, designed to inflict maximum shame, in exchange for her "freedom," and... the right to carry out the subsequent plan.

The story was over.

Anna slumped in her restraints, her body still trembling in the aftermath of orgasm. She was not in a state to think clearly; her mind had completely succumbed to unfettered compromise and confusion.

She couldn't face Agra. This person she relied on so much, this deity she saw as her salvation, beneath her holy exterior, was a soul nurtured by humiliation, no different from her own.

She couldn't face Caron. This enemy she hated so much had, at the most critical moment, acted as a savior, turning her "deity" into his possession as well.

She couldn't face herself even more. She discovered that she was deeply mired in the mud, her body and soul completely controlled by these two people, unable to find her way back.

(To be continued...)