[Side Story 23] The Blind Saintess

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This was written a while ago, and it's not very well written. The main problem is that I didn't bring out the fun of being blind
. Does anyone have any good ideas?
The "Four Holy Maidens of the Empire" were four highly renowned war temple priestesses from the northern region of the empire.
They were the "Silent Saintess," the "Blind Saintess," the "Pure Water Saintess," and the "Valiant Saintess
." They were active on the northern border of the empire, and because of their various exploits and their beauty
, they were praised and celebrated by the local people. However,
after the Black Tide, which terrified everyone and caused widespread devastation, the once glorious Four Holy Maidens of the Empire never regained their former glory. Now, only the "Silent Saintess" remains, her prayers echoing through the prosperous war temple.
The Pure Water Saintess—Ina—was captured during the Black Tide and taken to
the Demon Lord's Kingdom of Alfania, becoming a slave and plaything in the Black Desire Brothel, desecrated as—the "Peeing
Saintess." The youngest and most valiant Saintess, Orfina, has never
returned to the Temple of War since returning from the demon realm's dungeon . She wanders the wilderness with her few followers, and rumors of her mingling with them
circulate frequently.
This story tells of another saintess, the blind saintess, Raiser. Blind Raiser
suddenly disappeared during a pilgrimage and never returned to the Temple of War. No matter how hard her followers searched, they could not
find her, and her whereabouts remained unknown.
On the border of the Empire lies a region called the Feldspar Mountains. This area is shrouded in mist and rugged mountains
, a harsh and barren land. Although it is imperial territory, the empire has little
control over it; it is governed by local villagers and is essentially a lawless zone. Because of this, few people know that
the inhabitants here no longer worship the war god Mays, but the dark god Mogo, and heretical ideas.
The Empire once conducted a purge of heretics in this area, but ultimately failed to eradicate the dark god cult.
The blind saintess disappeared in this area during her pilgrimage.
In the mountains,
at the cult's altar, from the prison behind the gate, came the sounds of a woman's moans. A beautiful and sexy female priestess
was hanging naked in mid-air, her voluptuous body marked with deep lines from the ropes. Besides her sacred and solemn appearance
, what was most striking were her empty eyes. The blind saintess,
Raiser, as her title suggests, was blind from birth, but through her outstanding talent and faith
, she eventually became a priestess of the Temple of War, known as one of the Empire's Four Saintesses.
"Hehe, Saintess, it's not over yet! Keep squeezing those alluring thighs tight, or
you'll be punished if you fall." The cult members hung Saintess Raiser in mid-air, one man violently
penetrating her from behind while another whipped her body from the front.
"Ah, no, no... God, you won't forgive me!" Raiser was whipped and
relentlessly penetrated from behind, completely defenseless, only able to protect herself with her inner strength.
"Hehe, your god watches his saintess being violated without doing anything, huh?" The soldier in front
lashed the saintess's large breasts hard with the whip, each lash causing them to
heave violently, incredibly alluring.
"If you ask me, your god is actually secretly watching." The man behind her mocked her as he continued to penetrate her
.
"What do you want from me?" The saint struggled weakly. She had been captured and brought here
for some time, but these people had done nothing but toy with her and vent their desires, without any interrogation. If they were trying to
extract information from her, Raiser might have had the willpower to resist. But they were simply
lusting after her body, and this insatiable desire was driving the saint to the brink of collapse.
"Hehe, of course it's Her Highness the Saintess's body, oh, you can't see yourself, can you?" the cultist
said while fucking the Saintess. "Do you know how big your breasts are? Even prostitutes don't have breasts this big
. And your waist is so thin, does it even support those breasts? It's all for seducing men, isn't it?
And those legs, so fleshy, they feel so good to touch. It's such a waste for you to be a Saintess, you're
better off being a man's plaything."
"I, I'm not your plaything, I am... Ah!!!" "Don't scream, the thing in your hole is going to fall out. We agreed that if you 　　're still wearing that thing after
everyone has finished fucking you, you can rest." 　　"But, it seems like a long time has passed, how many people are left?" Raiser couldn't help but ask 　　. "I already said, the last one is me." The man fucking the Saintess from behind twisted 　　his waist violently, and then, with a tremor, poured all his semen into the Saintess's anus. Only after the man's penis 　　left the saintess's body did Raiser's weakened body finally find relief. 　　"Finally, it's over." Having been violated by countless men, forced to keep her legs tightly closed to prevent the dildo 　　from falling out, this process had driven Raiser nearly mad. Time seemed to drag on endlessly, and even the muscles in her lower body 　　began to go numb. Finally, the men finished, and the saintess loosened her legs, the dildo falling out 　　and leaving a trail of semen in the air. 　　"Oh no, there's one more person, that's me. I kept whipping you until I forgot." 　　The man with the whip's words sent a chill down Raiser's spine. Sure enough, these men had never intended to let 　　her go. "Right, you can't see it, can you? Who told you you couldn't see it? Blame me? Hahahaha!" 　　The saintess remained silent, her anger unable to utter a single malicious word. 　　"Alright, now for the punishment, the punishment." With that, the man behind her gripped Rachel 　　's slender waist with both hands and pulled her downwards forcefully, plunging her already exposed vagina into 　　the sharp point of the triangular wooden horse below. The intense pain mixed with pleasure caused the blind saintess to arch her body and let out a mournful cry. 　　"You never get tired of this, playing these saintess punishment games." With that, the man increased his strength, 　　pushing her vagina even deeper into the wooden horse. Then, the follower in front stepped forward, taking out three clips— 　　two to her nipples and one to her clitoris. Holding the ropes attached to the clips with one hand, he...

One hand gripped the whip, lashing it once more. The room was filled with the
screams of Saintess Serel and the cries of male pleasure.
This scene repeated itself daily for days. These cultists didn't want to learn anything from the saintess
; they only wanted to play with her beautiful body.
...
A few days later, in the cultists' altar, the usual lewd cries of Saintess Serel were absent.
Several cultists chatted idly.
"Is it alright to just let her go?"
"No choice, it's the priest's decision. He said to lend her to the villages below for their amusement."
"But aren't we afraid she'll run away and attract the Empire's people? This woman is a saintess of some renown, after all
."
"What's there to be afraid of? This area is full of our followers. Even Imperial soldiers can get lost in this mountainous region.
She's blind; she can't escape. Besides, hehe." At this point, the cultists chuckled lewdly.
...
Lesser ran desperately, finally finding an opportunity. She didn't know what had happened, but her guards
weren't around. With great difficulty, she escaped and ran down the mountain. But the blind saint didn't know
how difficult the mountain paths were. For an entire day, she not only failed to escape the mountains but also became lost in the forest,
her strength completely exhausted. What tormented her most was that her vagina had been filled with semen and then plugged during her escape,
and her hands were bound behind her back, forcing her to run in such an humiliating state.
Below, it seemed to be a village. Lesser's senses were heightened by her loss of sight, and she cautiously
approached the village below. But she was naked, only having a tattered piece of clothing found by the roadside, and was still
bound by ropes, preventing her from approaching the village.
Suddenly, Lesser screamed. A hunter had stealthily approached and then
slapped her plump buttocks hard.
"Hey, what a beautiful girl here! Village chief, look here!" The hunter grabbed
the rope binding the saintess from behind, lifted her up, and led her into the village.
"There are so many people here! Everyone, please help me!" Raiser pleaded with a glimmer of hope. Just then,
an elderly village chief approached. Although Raiser couldn't see, she could feel the villagers' gazes fixed
on her body.
Could it be that something is written on my body?
"No, don't look at me like this. I'm a follower of the War God Temple in the Northern Empire," Raiser said evasively
.
"Oh, so you're a follower. What a coincidence. Our whole village are followers," the village chief replied.
"That's wonderful!" Raiser, relieved, said, "If it's possible, could you
please help me down the mountain? I'll repay you all handsomely when I get back to the temple."
"That won't do, Your Highness," the village chief said lecherously.
"Huh?" Raiser was startled. At that moment, the village chief had already placed his hand on her buttocks. As she fled
, Raiser's belly was filled with semen and then sealed with a cloth. Suddenly, the village chief
ripped the cloth off her vagina, and the semen that had accumulated inside the saintess flowed out, eliciting gasps from the villagers.
"Sure enough, it's just as written on it." Amidst the astonished voices, several pigeon-sized eggs
fell out of her vagina mixed with the semen. "The saintess's nectar has nourishing properties, and the eggs she lays
can keep one forever young."
"What is this? Where is it written?" The bewildered Raiser didn't know what was happening.
"Oh, you don't know yet, Your Highness, it's written on your buttocks." It turned out that without Raiser's
knowledge, such words had been written on her buttocks.
"Such large breasts, milk flowing as she walks." The village chief played with the saintess Raiser's breasts
while reading the words, "A sip a day keeps the vitality alive." After reading it, the village chief couldn't resist opening his mouth and biting
down on her nipple.
"Delicious, truly delicious, definitely worth it!" The village chief said, introducing the food to everyone. "The saint
's honey, the saint's eggs, the saint's milk—truly a gift from God!"
"Oh, thank you, God! Thank you so much!"
"Ah, where is this? Aren't these the followers of the Temple of War? Who are you?" The unseen Leiser
was unaware that she had fallen into a trap. She was like prey deliberately released, being manipulated
in the palm of someone's hand.
"We are followers like you," the village chief replied. Because believing in an evil god was heresy, even in these
mountainous areas, the villagers would not openly say they were followers of an evil god, only that they were followers of God.
"But, this, you, why, ah!!" Leiser screamed again. It turned out that the village chief had bent over
and forcibly spread her urethra with his fingers. The urethra flowed out, and the old man was catching it in his mouth and drinking
it.
"And this too, the saint's urine! The priest didn't lie to us after all!!" Not only were her breasts and buttocks covered in
writing, but her stomach also had instructions on how to use the urine written
on it. The blind saint was unaware that her body was covered in obscene words, detailing the uses of every part of her body.
Still confused, Raiser was surrounded by the villagers, and no matter what cries she made
, no one helped her.
...
And so, this evil god's village gained a sacrificial offering and a tool for venting. Occasionally
, the villagers would take Raiser to the fields to help with farm work. Raiser wore only a
linen garment covering her upper body, her snow-white lower body completely exposed, standing in the field pushing farm tools. While pushing the cart,
the saint constantly swung her legs and hips, revealing her plump, white buttocks, the bare,
full, and moist vulva in the middle looking particularly alluring in the sunlight. The villagers around her all became aroused.
Some villagers even came over and slapped Raiser's snow-white buttocks from behind, occasionally inserting their fingers
into her genitals to tease her. Soon, Raiser's genitals began to flow with lustful fluids under the villagers' manipulation.
"Look! Her Highness is getting horny, it's irresistible!" One of the villagers pulled out his penis
, stood behind Serel, and thrust it into her wet vagina.
"I, I didn't, don't do this!!" Before the saint could finish speaking, another man grabbed her
hair, forced her head back, and shoved his erect penis into her mouth. And so, the villagers
took turns raping Serel in the field, one after the other. Soon, both men ejaculated thick streams of semen.
Exhausted, the two villagers ordered Serel to stand in the field for them to watch, while the other villagers sat on the field, laughing and chatting, watching
the saint, naked, her plump buttocks raised, her back bent, clumsily manipulating farm tools,
semen dripping from her mouth, her large, white breasts swaying, her vagina, loosely opened after the gang rape,
looking exceptionally alluring.
While she was working, children from a neighboring village ran over and surrounded Raiser's smooth, bare buttocks. The blind
saint didn't know what was happening, only that the children were constantly poking her buttocks and anus with their fingers.
"Come look! That naked believer, is this how saints are?" one of the children asked the others
. "Why does she have a bell on her chest, like the ones we use for cows, and a rake stuck in her back?"
"No, it's not like that," the saint shook her head.
"Hey, the saint's hole is starting to leak fluid." A curious child put his finger in his mouth. "
It looks like it says 'Saint's Honey' on it.'"
"No, don't put it there, ah!!" Suddenly, a villager shouted from the side, "Saint,
don't slack off! Keep plowing!"
"That's interesting, let's throw mud at her and see who hits her the best!" One of the children suggested, and the
little ones started throwing mud at the saint.
"Thud!" A large chunk of wet mud slammed into Raiser's breast from the side, causing the saint's breasts to
jiggle and emit cries of pain. However, with her hands bound to the back of the cart, she had no way to cover
herself.
"Haha! You boys are pretty good at throwing!" A villager nearby laughed at the saint's dazed state.
"Why don't you have a contest? Throw mud at Her Highness's genitals, and whoever hits gets
a treat."
As soon as the villager finished speaking, a torrent of mud flew towards Raiser's lower body. The poor saint, bound to
the back of the cart with a rake tied to her buttocks, could only helplessly sway her white hips, desperately trying to dodge, but she was still
hit by many mud splatters, making her gasp for breath.
"What's the treat?" asked the first boy who hit her.
"You put your mouth under this cow's udder and suck," the villager suggested. Although she couldn't see it,
she could feel the village children biting and sucking on her breasts,
the saintess being used as a live dairy cow, crying helplessly.
...
"She's really been fully utilized, hasn't she?" After some time, the cultists at the altar came to check on
Raiser's condition. In a cave on the back mountain of the village, an altar of an evil god had been built. It was a
huge, hideous monster with countless tentacles, and the blind Raiser was bound to it, her legs spread apart, her female
private parts completely exposed.
The village chief led the villagers to surround the saintess, some bending down to collect
the honey-like fluid flowing from Raiser's lower body with mud basins. After being forced to orgasm every day, the saintess's honey-like fluid was the villagers' favorite item. On the side, a villager
carried a basket containing the eggs Raiser laid when she was violated by the evil cult members. These were
eggs that only a body affected by magic could produce, and the villagers called them the saintess's eggs.
Before her, two men clamped wooden boards between the saint's breasts,
milking her like a cow, a process known as "the saint's milk." Meanwhile,
the urine expelled from Raiser's urethra, repeatedly violated and forced to swallow semen and urine, was collected and used as "the saint's urine." To the villagers, Raiser
was a treasure trove; she could be used for release, and her milk, fluids, and even urine were considered nourishing sustenance.
The blind saint, leaning helplessly against the statue of the evil god, was as alluring as a living sacrifice.

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