The Dedication of the Eucharist 📱 SUBSCRIPTION

That absurd edict, like thunder, exploded in every corner of the empire. Queen Anna, the embodiment of holiness and nobility, would marry all the men in the city, becoming their common wife. This was no longer a simple humiliation, but a sacrifice, a grand carnival that would drag the queen down from her pedestal and turn her into an object of all men's desires.
In the city square, the heavy shackles once used to execute traitors now restrained a bride. Anna wore a pure white wedding dress, the exquisite lace and silk that should have symbolized purity and fidelity now seemed incredibly obscene under countless greedy eyes. The long veil was lifted by the wind, unable to hide the expression on her face, a mixture of humiliation, despair, and a hint of bizarre numbness. Her hands and head were fixed in the wooden shackles, forcing her to arch her plump buttocks high, the skirt of her wedding dress was rudely lifted to her waist, and the white silk stockings specially prepared for the wedding now wrapped her slightly trembling thighs, exposing them unreservedly to all her "husbands".
A long queue stretched from one end of the square to the other, her "grooms" – soldiers, blacksmiths, farmers, merchants... They were dressed differently, but their expressions were surprisingly consistent, filled with primitive, undisguised possessiveness.
The first man stepped forward, a burly butcher with the smell of blood on him. Without any pity, his rough hands grabbed Anna's round buttocks directly, kneading them hard, leaving clear fingerprints on her snow-white skin. Anna's body trembled violently with pain and shame, and a suppressed whimper escaped her lips. However, this whimper seemed to be a signal. The butcher grinned, pulled down his pants, and thrust his scalding desire fiercely into the queen's sacred secret place, which had never been opened to her subjects.
The sharp pain and the sensation of being penetrated by a foreign object blanked Anna's mind instantly, but what followed was a familiar, numbing warmth that she hated but could not resist, surging from the depths of her body and quickly spreading to her limbs. This was the pleasure of betrayal, the honey of depravity she had already tasted under General Karon's brutal treatment. She had dedicated her body to the empire, to the people, but her body was now shamefully beginning to crave it, to sink into it. In full view of the public, under the gaze of countless "husbands", the noble queen's body betrayed her dignity first in public humiliation, uncontrollably welcoming the violation of one man after another. Cheers and even more obscene exhortations erupted from the crowd, everyone eager to taste their "wife's" flavor...
Night fell, and the noise and filth of the day were temporarily concealed beneath the luxury of the palace. In the gilded ballroom, crystal chandeliers cast a brilliant light, elegantly dressed nobles toasted each other, and elegant music flowed through the air, as if nothing had happened.
Queen Anna appeared. She had changed out of her defiled wedding dress and put on a blood-red evening gown. The tight-fitting cut outlined her breathtaking curves, and under the high slit, her slender legs were faintly visible. Her face was made up with exquisite makeup, her golden hair was styled up, and her expression was cold and beautiful. Her steps carried the pride of a queen, and even though her body had been trampled on, her royal blood made her soul remain noble.
However, Karon would not let her have her way. He appeared silently behind her like a shadow, and without any respect, his arm directly embraced her waist, pressing her tightly against himself. He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My Queen 'Majesty', you have been so generous today, your subjects have felt your grace."
Before the words were finished, he pushed Anna into the center of the dance floor, where a group of the empire's most powerful knights and most influential young nobles were gathered. They stopped talking and focused their eyes on Anna, their gazes more naked than the commoners' desires in the square, with an added element of condescending playfulness.
"Duke Karon is so capable, willing to share our common wife," a tall, blond knight said with a smile, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist before Anna could react, pulling her into his arms. His hand reached unceremoniously into the low-cut neckline of her gown, kneading her full breasts. Another nobleman embraced her from behind, lifting her red skirt, and his fingers traveled up her smooth thighs, penetrating the forbidden forest.
Anna struggled, but her resistance seemed so weak in the face of these battle-hardened men. Her dress was torn roughly, and the expensive silk let out a shattered sigh. Under the gaze of countless noble men and women around her, in the midst of the melodious court music, she was pushed onto the cold, smooth marble floor. Her red skirt was pulled over her head, and her black lace panties were easily torn, exposing her most private parts to everyone's view.
The knights and nobles burst into laughter, surrounding her like they were dividing spoils. Some grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart, while others held her shoulders, preventing her from moving. Soon, a more brutal and wild violation than in the square during the day began. More than one burning object simultaneously penetrated every entrance of her body, and her mouth was forced open, forced to swallow the turbid liquid symbolizing conquest. Pain, shame, and suffocation all assailed her, but her body, which had been repeatedly conditioned by Karon, once again blushed shamefully, uncontrollably welcoming spasms in the midst of extreme humiliation. The noblest flower of the empire was now in her own palace, under the gaze of her subjects, being thoroughly and publicly ravaged by a group of the strongest "husbands", reduced to the most licentious and insane feast of high society.
Just as Anna's mind was about to be completely overwhelmed by the endless carnal shock, the nobles and knights surrounding her suddenly retreated as if pushed away by an invisible force, leaving a path. The music stopped at some point, and the entire ballroom fell into an eerie silence.
Anna collapsed on the floor, her torn red dress barely covering her body. She raised her eyes in a daze and saw a figure she did not expect.
High Priestess Agra.
But she was not wearing the black nun's habit symbolizing holiness and abstinence. Instead, she wore a black bodysuit that wrapped her mature, voluptuous body perfectly, covered with a large area of fishnet, every curve full of depraved and dangerous seduction. Her fiery red curls were loose, her face wore a lazy and cruel smile as she slowly walked towards Anna.
"It seems my queen is having a lot of fun," Agra's voice was no longer as solemn as it was in the church, but had a husky magnetism.
She bent down, ignoring the gazes of everyone around her, and helped the almost naked Anna up from the floor, embracing her. Anna's body was still trembling from the earlier violence, and she instinctively wanted to break free from the arms of this strange Agra, but Agra's arms were as strong as iron tongs.
"Don't move, Your Majesty," Agra whispered in her ear, and then her lips covered Anna's. This was not a comforting kiss, but a deep kiss full of aggression and possessiveness. Agra's tongue pried open Anna's teeth domineeringly, entwining with her tongue, tasting the humiliating taste of semen and tears mixed in her mouth. Anna could not refuse, nor could she resist. Her brain was blank, and she could only passively endure.
In the midst of this public embrace, Anna suddenly felt a sharp sting in her buttocks. She opened her eyes in horror and saw that Agra had taken out a syringe at some point, and the cold needle had been completely inserted into her buttocks. The pink liquid was quickly pushed into her body.
"Ah..." Anna let out a short gasp, but her voice was completely swallowed up between their lips.
The effects of the drug were extremely rapid. A burning current shot up her spine to her brain, Anna's pupils dilated instantly, and the world in front of her began to spin and melt, leaving only golden halos and blurry figures. Then, an unbearable throbbing pain came from her breasts, as if countless needles were probing madly inside. Her breasts became fuller and firmer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her nipples hardened and swelled.
Agra finally released her, looking at her with the eyes of an art critic. Under Anna's horrified and ashamed gaze, the tips of her full breasts slowly oozed milky white liquid. One drop, two drops... Soon, warm milk flowed down uncontrollably, soaking the red dress that was already tattered on her chest.
"This is the lactation agent specially prepared for you by General Karon, my Queen," Agra's voice was as cold as ice, and she reached out her finger, dipped a little of the milk from Anna's chest, put it in her mouth and tasted it, with a satisfied smile on her face. "The general said that as the 'mother' of the empire, you should be ready at any time to use the sweetest milk to feed all your 'children'."
These words and the strange changes happening to her body completely shattered Anna's last line of defense. Not only was she completely conquered in spirit, but even the functions of her body were forcibly twisted by drugs, turning her into a living toy that could be milked in public and was always ready to "feed" men.
Agra coldly took a step back, admiring the masterpiece she had created with her own hands. Anna's naked body twitched slightly under the influence of the drug, and milk continued to flow down from her full breasts, dripping on the gorgeous carpet, as if offering the first sacrifice to this depraved feast.
Duke Karon smiled contemptuously. He didn't even bother to do it himself, just snapped his fingers, and several of his confidants understood.
At his command, several golden metal bands flashing with magical light appeared out of thin air on the ground. Like venomous snakes with lives of their own, they quickly wrapped around Anna's limbs and waist. The metal bands were cold and hard, tightly clamping her flesh, but with a strange resilience. They began to contract and twist, forcibly manipulating Anna's body into an unimaginable position.
Her legs were lifted high and pulled apart to the limit, her ankles fixed on a metal support above her head. The tips of her red high heels almost touched the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Her body was folded into an M shape, her private parts exposed to the view of everyone in the ballroom, like a living, obscene welcoming arch. Her body continued to ooze various liquids due to shame and the effects of the drug, mixed with sweat and milk, sliding down the inside of her thighs and dripping onto the red carpet beneath her, blurring into a small dark stain.
The guests in the ballroom gasped and lewdly laughed. They carried wine glasses and walked under her wide-open legs with interest, as if visiting a novel work of art. Some people even reached out and recklessly touched her trembling crotch, feeling the heat and slipperiness there.
Then, the metal frame deformed again, lifting her off the ground and hanging her like an ornament on a huge stone pillar in the center of the ballroom. Her left leg was lifted high, pointing straight at the ceiling, and her right leg hung limply down. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her body was stretched into an extreme position, making her lactating breasts even more perky and completely exposed. She was like a dancer struggling in pain, forever frozen in this humiliating moment, appearing incredibly grotesque and licentious in this gilded ballroom.
Soon, she became the most popular "vending machine" at the banquet. Duke Karon walked over first with a wine glass, saying in a frivolous and playful tone, "Your Majesty, you are so generous." He didn't use his hands, but like an animal, he put his mouth directly on Anna's nipple, greedily sucking the sweet milk that had been stimulated by the drug. The other nobles and knights followed suit. Some used wine glasses to catch it, others used their mouths directly, and some even rudely grabbed and squeezed, just to get more. The image of her mother being publicly breastfed after being captured by orcs overlapped with the reality in Anna's mind, causing her to let out a desperate wail.
Finally, when the guests were tired of "tasting" the queen's milk, the metal frame lowered her, forcing her to kneel on the ground, her hands and feet fixed, her buttocks raised high, posed in a mating posture like a female dog. Her cheeks were forced against the cold floor, and she could only watch as pairs of men's leather shoes stopped in front of her. A temporary step was brought over, and the men lined up, taking possession of her from behind one after another. Her body became a public tool for venting lust, and semen mixed with filthy water flowed out of her swollen vulva, staining her buttocks and the carpet beneath her.
Under the influence of drugs and endless violations, Anna's consciousness was completely blurred. She felt as if she had been dragged into an endless abyss, every part of her body was screaming, but a trace of morbid pleasure rose from the depths of her spinal cord, making her feel a shameful longing for this extreme humiliation. She was no longer Queen Anna, just a puppet manipulated into various lewd poses, used for viewing and use.
Agra was expressionless, and she took out a new syringe from her sleeve, the barrel filled with a transparent liquid, no different from what she had injected into Anna before. She walked to Anna and said softly, "Your Majesty, this is the last dose."
Karon had a cruel smile on his face. He looked forward to seeing what lewd posture the queen would show under the new potion. He waved his hand, signaling everyone around to see clearly.
However, no one noticed that when Agra raised the syringe, a faint, sacred blue light flashed in the depths of the transparent liquid under the light of the chandelier.
Just as the tip of the needle was about to touch Anna's trembling skin, Agra's figure turned like a ghost! She bypassed Anna's body and, with lightning speed, stabbed the syringe flashing with holy light fiercely into Duke Karon's chest!
"Ah—!" Karon let out a cry of astonishment, looking down at the small syringe in his chest, his face full of disbelief. He wanted to pull it out, but the blue holy water had instantly injected into his heart.
"You damn bitch!" Karon roared, slapping Agra with his palm. But his body began to undergo terrifying changes. The flesh, deeply eroded by black magic, produced a violent rejection reaction under the purifying power of the holy water. His skin cracked inch by inch, and his muscle tissue proliferated and swelled wildly, bursting through his expensive ducal robes. His bones made a tooth-aching cracking sound, and his figure grew to nearly three meters in just a few seconds, turning into a giant monster without skin, covered with red muscle lines, with only his twisted face still faintly showing the outline of Karon.
The banquet hall instantly turned into a living hell. The nobles screamed and scattered. The mutated Karon roared, smashing the stone pillar next to him with one punch.
"Holy Guard! Execute divine punishment!" Agra shouted sharply.
Monk Joseph, who had previously disagreed with her, had to put aside his differences. Dozens of Holy Guards in heavy armor, wielding giant shields and rune spears, rushed out from all around the banquet hall, but were easily swatted away and torn apart by him like toys. After paying a heavy price of nearly half the casualties, the Holy Guard finally used dozens of thick chains to completely bind the exhausted monster.
The heavy chains dragged, and the monster Karon was forcibly pressed down by the Holy Guard, kneeling in the center of the banquet hall. And the direction he knelt in was the naked queen still fixed high in the metal frame.
Anna's consciousness had long been fragmented by drugs and repeated shocks. She didn't even fully see the bloody battle that had just taken place. She only felt that the heat in her body was getting stronger and stronger, and the swollen private parts that had been played with were constantly flowing with a thick liquid mixed with love juice and male essence, dripping on the monster's head below. Her lactating breasts shook because of the uncontrolled movements of her body, and milk slid down her chest. She was fixed in a welcoming posture, her plump buttocks arched high, facing the face that once belonged to Karon but was now ugly and unbearable. Her body, in extreme humiliation, uncontrollably catered to it, arching her waist as if showing her still licentious appearance to the defeated enemy.
Anna's last memory was being carried out by the guards in a disheveled and shameful state, spreading her legs and controlling the flow of淫液 for the whole night.
When Anna opened her eyes again, she saw not the ceiling of a luxurious palace, nor a bloody and chaotic banquet hall, but a simple, clean room that was almost solemn. Sunlight shone through the narrow window, casting quiet spots of light on the white stone wall. The air was filled with the faint scent of holy incense and herbs. The bloody coup, the monstrous Karon, and her own shameful posture being displayed high up, all seemed like a distant and chaotic nightmare.
Deep inside her body, the fire that had been ignited by the drug had subsided, but the embers left behind had turned into a deeper, more persistent emptiness and heat, as if something had been permanently changed.
The door was pushed open gently, and High Priestess Agra walked in. Her fiery red hair was still dazzling under the simple nun's headdress, and her face wore a compassionate and firm expression. "You're awake, Your Majesty," she said, her voice calm and powerful. "The traitor Karon has been purified by divine punishment. You are safe."
Agra sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Anna with an almost gentle gaze. "But Karon's evil has defiled your body and soul. To regain the throne and rule the people with a holy body, you must undergo a thorough 'purification' here."
The so-called "purification" was much longer and more complicated than Anna had imagined. She was taken to a secret room deep in the monastery, which was not like a dungeon, but more like a private chapel. In the center was a cross-shaped platform covered in red velvet, surrounded by rows of silent nuns, their eyes empty and devout, as if waiting for a sacred sacrifice.
Here, Anna saw the true faces of these state church nuns. They stripped Anna of her last shred of clothing and used soft leather straps to fix her in a completely open posture on the cross-shaped platform. Their movements were gentle and skilled, chanting ancient scriptures, but their fingers were stained with warm holy oil, wandering over her most sensitive skin. Each touch landed precisely on the place that could evoke the greatest thrill, and each breath seemed to carry a bewitching magic.
This was not the brutal violation of Karon, but a more refined and cruel teasing. They were masters of playing with the soul and lust, using pleasure as a carving knife to sculpt the soul. Anna's body, already conditioned to be extremely sensitive, arched, trembled, and let out broken groans muffled by the gag under the caress of these holy hands. Waves of orgasm were pushed to the top again and again, but cleverly nipped in the bud at the moment of explosion, leaving her suspended between heaven and hell, feeling endless desire.
After one long "purification" ritual, when Anna was covered in fragrant sweat and her mind was almost collapsed, Agra put a cold instrument on her – a chastity belt made of Mithril, engraved with holy rose patterns. It tightly locked the source of her desire, but its structure was extremely ingenious, with a hidden silver bead that lightly rubbed her most vulnerable core with every subtle movement of her body.
"This is to help you suppress evil thoughts, my queen," Agra whispered in her ear, her voice as gentle as a devil's whisper. "Until you learn to control your desires with your soul, it will be your most loyal guardian."
From that day on, Anna's life was arranged into a strict schedule. During the day, she had to suppress her desires and repent, feeling the incessant, subtle torment brought by the chastity belt. And at night, she would be taken to the cross-shaped altar to receive the nuns' scheduled "purification" lessons. They would use various instruments and techniques to force her into madness through the cold metal, but they would never give her final liberation.
In the monastery's solemn corridors, the Queen's muffled and suppressed groans echoed day and night. The sounds were mixed with endless pain, unspeakable shame, and a twisted pleasure and expectation that even she herself was unwilling to admit. Her holy queen's body was being completely reshaped in this sacred cage into the most devout sacrifice born for desire but never satisfied.
"Perhaps Karon was also doing what he thought was right? At least, we should arrange a trial?"
As soon as Anna finished speaking, the unease that flashed in Agra's eyes was quickly replaced by a deeper, more oppressive emotion. She reached out her hand, not touching Anna's cheek, but lightly tracing the outline of the cold Mithril chastity belt on the queen's abdomen with her fingertips. "Your Majesty, to subject your sacred body to such a great humiliation... No matter what his so-called 'reasons' are, this crime can only be repaid with the most thorough purification. God has passed judgment."
Agra's fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, causing Anna to clench her legs subconsciously. The cold metal reminded her of her current situation, and she couldn't say anything. Shame and heat instantly swept over her body. She realized that she had fallen from one cage into another, more exquisite and hypocritical cage.
From that day on, Agra's "purification" of her became undisguised, filled with ruthless humiliation and conquest. She was no longer a lost lamb to be guided, but a lewd beast that had to be completely tamed. Agra would force her to wear the mask with the ball gag that had humiliated her at the banquet, turning her back into the "lewd queen" who could only express herself with her body and groans.
Deep under the monastery, the secret room originally used for secret prayer became an orgy of lust with only women participating. Those old nuns who were usually holy and solemn would reveal greedy and hungry eyes here, and their old and wrinkled hands would wander over Anna's young, sensitive body as if exploring sacred objects. What made Anna even more devastated was that Agra would even invite some special "guests" – such as the female envoy from the distant oriental Celestial Dynasty. She wore a gorgeous black silk dress, held a small round fan in her hand, and looked at Anna, who was bound on the altar, with a cold and curious gaze that scrutinized rare treasures, as if admiring a moaning, trembling work of art.
Anna became Agra's possession completely, a female slave torn by dual identities.
During the day, she was the majestic queen. She would be changed into a pure white robe, crowned, and accept the worship of hundreds of officials on the high throne in the council hall. But no one knew that under that wide robe, her legs were pressed tightly together, because the mechanism inside the Mithril chastity belt was tirelessly grinding her most sensitive core with every breath and every heartbeat. She had to use all her willpower to suppress the groan that was about to break through her throat, turning the surging pleasure into a blush on her face and an uncontrollable tremor in her body.
And when night fell, she would be taken back to Agra's room, turning back into the slave who could only crawl on the ground. Agra would use all kinds of unimaginable devices to "purify" her. Cold metal, rough ropes, buzzing magic crystals... Sometimes, she would be tied into a shameful posture, forced to use her tongue to clean Agra's shoes that were stained with dust; sometimes, she would be surrounded by several nuns, and her consciousness would be fragmented by waves of forced orgasms under the play of the group.
One night when Anna was drenched in sweat and collapsed on the bed after being tortured, Agra embraced her from behind and whispered in her ear with a devilish seductive voice, "Haven't you always longed to expedition against the orcs, avenge your mother, and wash away the kingdom's shame, my dear queen?"
Agra's fingers were pinching the key, and at this moment, they finally probed into the only keyhole of the chastity belt, bringing Anna's long-awaited, true liberation. At the moment when Anna was screaming distractedly because of this sudden extreme pleasure, Agra continued, "After Karon is resolved, no one can stop your righteous expedition! Do you understand, Your Majesty?"
Anna's thoughts were in a state of chaos. She understood that the "righteous expedition" in Agra's mouth was just a gorgeous excuse to push her into the abyss. She clearly remembered that even in the kingdom's most glorious period, her father's army could only barely maintain the defensive line in the war against the orcs. Now, the government is controlled by the church, the country is empty, and she herself... She herself is just a plaything locked in a chastity belt, unable to even control her own body. How can such a person lead a war?
However, the words of refusal could not be uttered no matter what. The scene of her mother Ilena being tortured in the orc prisoner-of-war camp was a nightmare she could never get rid of. Avenging her mother and wiping out the kingdom's shame was a vow engraved in her soul. So, on the high reviewing stand in the royal city, facing the dark, church knightly "Temple Army" below, Anna could only force herself to raise the sword in her hand.
The sunlight shone on the specially made, revealing and shameful chainmail bikini on her body, the metallic light stinging the soldiers' eyes and igniting their fanatical fighting spirit. She mobilized loudly, but her voice trembled slightly from trying to restrain herself. Because she could feel Agra's cold gaze behind her, and the mechanism inside the cold Mithril chastity belt between her legs was relentlessly turning, and every vibration almost made her collapse on the spot.
What made her even more devastated was that Agra deliberately arranged for the strongest knights who had appeared at the orgies, naked from the waist up, wearing only a leather belt to bind their huge and ferocious yangjuts, to march past her in formation. The masculine aura, the lustful eyes, and the extremely aggressive display were like heavy hammers, hitting Anna's tense nerves. The heat and emptiness in her body were instantly ignited, the stimulation brought by the chastity belt became extremely sharp, and she clenched her legs tightly, using the scabbard to prop up the ground, barely preventing herself from collapsing in public.
The physical training before the expedition became another form of torture. Agra demanded that she wear the shameful chainmail every day and run on the stone road outside the castle. The cold metal rings rubbed her delicate skin, and every bump caused by running made the chastity belt between her legs madly torment her most sensitive place.
In the midst of intense sprinting, Anna temporarily shook off the monitoring nuns behind her with an explosive power far beyond ordinary people. She plunged into a roadside abandoned guard tower bridge hole like a wounded beast. Her body had reached its limit, and the flames of desire were about to burn her sanity to ashes. She squatted against the cold stone wall, trembling all over, with suppressed groans of pain and pleasure escaping from her throat.
She couldn't take it anymore. She reached out her trembling hand and squeezed her full breasts, which were aching from continuous stimulation. A few drops of milky white juice oozed from her nipples in the midst of the sharp pain, but this meager release could not alleviate the hunger in the depths of her body. She desperately straightened her legs, pressing all her body weight on the chastity belt between her legs, and madly rubbed her already muddy private parts with the hard, cold metal. In the midst of bitter and desperate groans, waves of empty, unsatisfying spasms swept over her body, leaving only deeper emptiness and endless shame.
On the night before the expedition, the moonlight was like frost, and the cold air penetrated every corner of the palace. Anna dismissed all the maids, and alone put on a simple white robe and walked towards the deepest prison, located in the basement of the cathedral, which held the greatest sinners of the empire.
She told herself that this trip was to take one last look at the man who had dragged her into the abyss before the expedition, and to declare her final victory as queen. However, as she walked on the cold and damp stone steps, echoing with her footsteps, an honest voice in her heart whispered: she just wanted to see him again.
She knew in her heart that aside from those crazy desires and brutal means, Karon's individual strength and military talent were far above her. If he had not been devoured by the holy water, but had led the war against the orcs, there might have been hope of victory. But now, she, a puppet queen locked in a chastity belt, was about to lead an army controlled by the church to an unknown fate; and he, a duke who had once held power in the court, had become a monster bound by chains. The situations of the two of them were so similar and so absurd.
At the end of the prison, a huge iron gate slowly opened. The sight before her made Anna hold her breath.
The monstrous Karon, that nearly three-meter-tall, skinless red body, was bound in a humiliating posture on a huge black iron cross by dozens of thick chains flashing with sacred runes. His limbs were pulled apart, his muscles bulging from the restraints, full of violent and desperate strength. On that face that still faintly showed the outline, a pair of eyes burning with scarlet light were staring at her.
"Look who's here... The church's new pet, my 'generous' Queen," Karon's voice was no longer human language, but a low roar mixed with the sound of metal rubbing, but the meaning of ridicule was not diminished at all. "That dog chain suits you well. Agra has trained you well."
His gaze, as if tangible, swept over Anna's body, finally stopping on the cold Mithril chastity belt that was faintly visible at the slit of her robe.
Anna didn't speak, just walked forward quietly. She was neither afraid nor angry, but felt a strange peace in her heart. She stood under the cross, looking up at this man who had once possessed everything of her, now a prisoner.
As if sensing her complex emotions, Karon's twisted face broke into a hideous smile. He didn't speak again, but the surrounding air began to become viscous and oppressive. Shadows began to squirm in the cracks of the prison floor and walls, and disgusting, slimy brown tentacles, like vines growing in hell, surged out silently.
Anna didn't retreat, or even move. She knew that this was Karon's remaining magic power, his way of distorting dimensions and venting anger and desire. She just stood there quietly, as if waiting for a destined ritual.
The tentacles, like venomous snakes with lives of their own, quickly wrapped around her ankles, climbing all the way up her smooth calves. The cold, slippery touch made Anna's body tremble slightly, but she didn't resist. The robe was easily lifted, and more tentacles surged up, greedily exploring her naked body.
The thickest tentacle accurately found the source of her desire between her legs. However, it was ruthlessly blocked by the solid Mithril chastity belt. The tentacle rubbed back and forth on the cold metal surface unwillingly, repeatedly drilling and squeezing the tiny lock hole with its tip, trying to break through the last line of defense. Each friction made the silver beads inside the chastity belt rub Anna's most sensitive core even more frantically, bringing her a sharp pleasure that was almost maddening.
Anna's breathing began to quicken, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from making a sound. But her body betrayed her first.
More tentacles wrapped around her waist, pulling her back, forcing her to stick out her chest and arch her buttocks locked in the chastity belt high. Other tentacles roughly tore open the clothes on her chest, completely exposing her breasts, which were abnormally full and plump due to drugs and continuous stimulation. The tips of the tentacles differentiated into countless tiny suckers, like greedy baby lips, wrapping her already erect nipples and sucking and pulling them hard. A familiar warmth mixed with shame and numbness came from her chest, and the sweet milk that had been stimulated flowed out uncontrollably, being greedily devoured by the tentacles.
"Uh...ah..."
Suppressed groans finally leaked from between Anna's teeth. Her body began to twitch uncontrollably, her waist unconsciously catering to it, as if begging for more. A tentacle snaked up her neck, pried open her lips, and rudely probed into her warm mouth, stirring and rolling inside, so that she could only make "woo woo" sounds, lewd sounds similar to whimpering.
She completely gave up resisting, or rather, she had craved this violation from the beginning. In Agra's place, she was a carefully sculpted sacrifice, with every orgasm accompanied by calculation and purpose. Only in Karon's place could she feel this pure, undisguised, raw violence that regarded her as a tool for venting lust. This violence made her feel at ease, allowing her to abandon her queenly dignity and heavy mission and simply be a female, a lewd slave, to enjoy the pleasure of being conquered.
She twitched and convulsed, as if struggling in extreme pain, and as if dancing in supreme joy. Sweat, tears, filthy water, and milk mixed together, completely submerging her. Her brain was blank, and all that remained was the shame of being played with, and the irresistible, immoral pleasure intertwined together, completely tearing apart the former queen and reshaping her into a defeated lewd heroine who blossomed with a different "charm" in humiliation.
The monstrous Karon roared on the cross, looking at the queen in his tentacles with lewd state, his scarlet eyes full of satisfying possessiveness. Even in prison, he was still her master.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of guards patrolling came from afar. Those wildly dancing tentacles seemed to have received instructions and instantly shrank back into the shadows underground, leaving only sticky and wet traces on the ground and Anna's body.
Anna collapsed on the ground, soaked all over, panting rapidly. She leaned against the wall, trembling, stood up, tidied up the broken robes on her body, and covered the body that was still craving something. She looked at Karon on the cross for the last time, her eyes no longer filled with hate or love, but with a cold, beast-like peace.
She got what she wanted. Now, she can go and meet the "war" that belongs to her.