[Side Story 20] (The Puppet Master)

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This is a follow-up to the previous post, "The Rope Master's Sister." I originally intended to write about the pirate ship and the Mad Kingdom, but I couldn't come up with a particularly
good idea, so I wrote this first. As always, please share any good ideas you have!
Omoron, one of the core kingdoms of the Western Alliance, is also the wealthiest and most luxurious among the allied nations.
The ever-burning lamps in the capital city of Oran testify to the kingdom's prosperity. However, behind this prosperity,
the corruption brought by luxury permeates the entire city. In Oran's underground black market, besides
the shady transactions seen elsewhere, even the slave trade, long banned by the allied nations, is
secretly taking place. In fact, Oran is the largest underground black market and human trafficking
center among the allied nations. This is a crucial pillar that allowed Omoron, a nation built on commerce, to rise to prominence and become
one of the core kingdoms alongside other ancient nations. Therefore, the Omoron royal family tolerates the existence of the underground dark world and even secretly supports it
.
The underground market thrives daily, a dark world where people can find whatever they desire
—wealth, violence, and slavery abound. The sex slave trading area has recently become unusually popular
. A series of obscene portraits are being sold in the market:
images of women being gang-raped, their eyes rolling back in grotesque poses; images of women being violated from behind; images of women being led around as sex slaves, wearing collars.
Although the women in the portraits are all blindfolded, their expressions and appearances reveal that this recently popular porn
star is none other than Veronara, the second daughter of the famous Forktail Bird family of Oran City, the Lady Knight. Each portrait is
incredibly lifelike, depicting the knight's beautiful figure with the most vibrant techniques. Furthermore, in every portrait, she
is bound by the same rope, binding the poor knight with a demonic technique. This
is a specially made rope, impossible to break with ordinary swords or fire. Moreover, although everyone recognized
Veronara, because she was blindfolded and couldn't prove it, and because the Forktail Bird family remained silent, no one
dared to cause trouble, and no one wanted to investigate or even rescue Veronara. Thus, Veronara would remain
bound in this underground black market, blindfolded and forced into humiliating poses to be gang-raped.
Two cloaked men stood before a large, obscene portrait of Veronara; one was
male, the other female, but their figures were obscured by the large cloaks.
"Are you satisfied with your sister's lewd state now, Your Excellency?" The cloaked
man in black sneered. "After all, this was your doing. Now she can never
threaten your position; she can only remain a lewd slave in the underground world of Oran City." The
noblewoman, addressed as the Duchess, trembled slightly. Their gazes then shifted to another batch of portraits.
Compared to the openly displayed and sold lewd images of Veronara, in a secret studio, there was another
batch of lewd portraits of someone else: Lady Lansandina of the Three-Tailed Eagle family, the sworn enemy of the Forktail Bird family.
Lady Lansandina was the wife of the second son of the family, born into a prominent family in Omoron. She was beautiful, but extremely
arrogant and extravagant. While a star in the fashion world, she also had a notorious reputation for despising servants. However, one
day, Lady Lansandina suddenly vanished and never reappeared. Only rumors circulated in the underground black market about
obscene portraits of her, but the Three-Tailed Eagle family remained silent on the matter. It's noteworthy that
the ropes binding Lady Lansandina in the portraits are the same type as those used on Veronara's body, suggesting they were made by the same
person.
Rope masters are individuals in the dark world skilled in rope techniques, using ropes as weapons and tools for discipline. Rope
masters appear in various places, but their names are often associated with the mysterious and monstrous organization
, the Hand of God. This vast and evil organization is arguably the most unfathomable in all of Orusis. Their
purpose is to manipulate and discipline women. The Hand of God considers women blasphemous playthings; in the eyes of its members,
all women, from royalty to commoners, are born slaves to men, forced to
obediently spread their legs and offer their buttocks for penetration upon seeing a man. Inviting members of the Hand of God is no easy feat, but some
nobles, driven by greed and a desire for power, are willing to take the risk. The Hand of God's intervention
often yields unexpected results.
"Now, you've eliminated your own sister, solidified your family's position, and dealt a blow to
the arrogance of the opposing family. Are you satisfied, Duchess Verana?" the man softly called out the noblewoman's name.
...
At night, in the Forktail Bird family's castle outside Oran City, in the garden under the cover of darkness, a noblewoman
was frantically fleeing. The fleeing woman was Duchess Verana. In her own castle, she
wore only a thin, sexy silk lingerie, her arms and long, beautiful legs bare as she ran through the garden. Besides her alluring body, it was noteworthy that she 　　wore golden rings on
her arms, wrists, knees, thighs, and ankles . 　　"Run, run, but don't you understand? No matter what, you can't escape our grasp. 　　When you arrogantly find your divine hand, you will pay the price for your own ugliness." 　　The man ran leisurely behind. The man who removed his cloak was pale, withered, tall and 　　thin, like an actor on stage. His hands were behind his back, and the silver threads that stretched out 　　shimmered in the moonlight. 　　The man slightly moved the silver threads in his hands, and Duchess Verana, who was running, suddenly fell 　　to the ground. She didn't fall out of thin air; her entire left leg suddenly sprang out like a toy, 　　her calf and ankle flying off, causing Verana to crash heavily to the ground. 　　"No, no, don't come any closer! Let me go! I was wrong! I shouldn't have found you!" The Duchess's once 　　noble and proud face was now filled with terror. This was understandable; anyone 　　would react this way seeing their left leg suddenly split into three pieces. The Duchess lay on the ground, crawling forward fearfully on her hands and one leg. 　　Then, the man's fingers, hidden behind his back, twitched again, like a puppet's. Duchess Verana's right...

Her hand was severed into three pieces, leaving only the upper arm; the rest had flown away. Now only her left hand and
right leg remained. The duchess lay trembling on the ground. At that moment, the man walked to her side, gently picked up
her severed right hand, and held it to the duchess's body.
Verana watched in horror as the man placed his right hand onto her still-intact left hand, then pointed
between her legs.
"You know what I'm going to make you do, right? Just like the previous game, let me enjoy myself.
Otherwise, I'm afraid your hand and leg will never be back." The man picked up Verana's left leg, looking
at the naked, sexy, well-maintained long leg and caressing it. "Think about it, such beautiful legs
would be very popular if they were defiled and played with in the underground black market, wouldn't they?"
"No, don't let it leave me, please, I, I'll do it!" The duchess pleaded,
using her left hand to place her right hand between her parted legs, then inserting her fingers one by one into her vagina. The strange sensation of her
own hand entering her vagina caused the Duchess to involuntarily tighten her legs and let out a moan.
"Hmm, that's a nice sound, quite beautiful. It would be perfect if you could add some orgasm sounds," the man said.
Duchess Verana could only comply. Under the moonlight, the proud noblewoman parted her vagina before a man, shamefully
inserting her right hand into her vagina with her left, and began to masturbate.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Duchess Verana's moans grew louder, and her remaining leg
twitched with pleasure, contorting into a grotesque shape, adding to the lewd atmosphere. Duchess Verana was
like a living puppet, manipulated like a doll.
Indeed, the one manipulating all of this was a puppeteer with the "Hand of God." Unlike rope masters, puppeteers are masters
of puppetry, using almost invisible magical threads as weapons.
The puppets controlled by this puppetry act according to the puppeteer's will, completely disregarding the puppeteer's own will. At the same time, just like this man
, Tarenk, advanced puppetry can even arbitrarily separate different parts of the human body,
joining and disassembling them at will, just like a real puppet.
"Not lewd enough, Your Excellency. A beautiful woman like you should moan louder."
The puppeteer Tarenk continued watching Verana, now only having one leg and one hand left, lying naked on the ground,
repeatedly inserting his hand into her private parts.
"No, this won't do. You want to sneak away behind my back and get caught, and then try
to fool me with these perfunctory moans?" The puppeteer said, extending a hand and making a gesture of manipulating threads.
Duchess Verana's eyes widened as she watched helplessly as her other leg was also pulled by invisible threads and
detached from her body.
"No, don't do this, no, I was wrong, let me go, ah!" "...In extreme terror,
Verana, now without legs and only one hand, lost control of her bladder, urine gushing from her genitals.
"So you can't do it no matter what?"
"No, no, I'll do it, I'll do it...ahhhhhh..." Duchess Verana was terrified. She frantically used
her severed hand to repeatedly thrust it into her vagina with incredible speed and force. Under the moonlight,
the sight of the fleshy mass of her one hand groaning as she gripped her other hand and thrust into herself was both
extremely bizarre and lewd.
...
A month later, outside Oran City, at Duchess Verana's manor.
Verana sat in a chair, listening to reports from her subordinates, exercising the administrative power of a noblewoman.
Duchess Verana looked much the same as before, still a noblewoman. However, in the past month
, Verana seemed to have avoided all social occasions; people could only see
her in her office. This puzzled those around her, as everyone knew that Duchess Verana loved attending various high-society banquets
.
"Well then, I'll take my leave," the official said, glancing at the Duchess behind the table.
"Are you really not attending Lord Loras's banquet tonight?"
Loras was Verana's brother and the head of the Forktail Bird family. The two had once clashed over the issue of succession
, but Loras, as the eldest son, quickly gained support and became
the family head. This had fueled Verana's resentment. Even if they were at odds privately, Verana
should still attend her brother's banquet in public.
"No, I've been quite busy lately, and I'm tired," Verana sighed, but made no move.
This greatly surprised the official; for the past month, the Duchess seemed to have been sitting there motionless,
making no movement. However, the astute official remained only puzzled and didn't pursue the matter further.
"No, Her Excellency will be attending tonight." At this moment, the man who had been standing beside the Duchess—nominally
her guest, a man named Tarenk—speaked.
"Ah? Uh, yes, I will attend." Verana was initially surprised, then nodded
. The steward glanced at the two of them, then tactfully turned and left. Rumors about this suddenly appearing man had already
spread throughout the manor; the two were very close, and there were even whispers
that Tarenk was the Duchess's secret lover. However, even the maids couldn't quite understand why a noblewoman like the Duchess would be attracted to a gloomy and withered man like Tarenk.
After the steward left, Verana's previously noble expression immediately turned to fear. Tarenk
walked to the Duchess's side and then lifted her magnificent cloak. It turned out that beneath the Duchess's cloak was a
completely naked body. Moreover, her beautiful flesh
stood upright on the chair like a gourd, but without arms and legs, only a torso remained. The chair was covered in her vaginal fluids, and
a large, thick dildo was inserted into her vagina between her thighs. Every day, Duchess Verana '
stood' like this on the chair, outwardly maintaining her status as a duchess, but in reality, she was constantly being penetrated by the dildo,
standing erect on the chair. Standing all day seemed tiring, but the nights were even more exhausting. Who could know
the true plight of the dignified Duchess Verana?
"Hmm, not bad, seems the training has been quite successful." The puppeteer inserted his finger into the duchess's anus from behind,
gently fiddling with the bead inserted there. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Tamiron could only drape his cloak over the duchess again, and Verana had to maintain a dignified appearance.
The knockers were unfamiliar faces, seemingly commoners from Oran City. Following Tarenk's instructions, they
each brought in four gifts, placed them inside, and left, glancing curiously at the beautiful and noble duchess,
admiring her beauty before departing.
"What...what is this?" Verana trembled as she looked at the boxes and bags before her.
"No, don't be so afraid. I told you, what happened before was just punishment and a game. I don't intend
for you to live like this forever." Tarenk first opened an expensive box, inside which was Verana's
missing arm.
"Hmm, it seems your left hand has been kept by a wealthy collector; it's well-maintained." Tarenk
held the jade-like left hand in both hands and attached it to Verana's severed left arm. Each severed section of her body
had a small but distinct gold ring, which attracted each other, emitting a faint glow. Then the arm was reattached
. Verana looked at her arm in disbelief, moved it slightly, and apart from a slight awkwardness,
there wasn't much else unusual.
Ordinary puppeteers only have the ability to manipulate other people's bodies with puppet strings; this is the most commonly
perceived image of a puppeteer. Of course, puppet strings have other uses, such as making serious female knights
undress and masturbate in public, watching those women's helpless and powerless expressions—some perverse
puppeteers enjoy doing this. But high-level puppeteers like Tarenk can use puppetry and puppet strings to turn
people into real dolls, assembling and disassembling them at will. This was no longer an ordinary technique, but an
extremely demanding craft. Moreover, the magical tools used to maintain the vitality of the joined body parts—
the golden rings—were meticulously crafted. Without these rings to maintain the limb's vitality, the lost part
would quickly necrotize and could never be reattached. Therefore, a high-level puppeteer is also a skilled craftsman;
those who only manipulate others in battle are merely low-level puppeteers.
"Ah, your right hand doesn't look so well-maintained." It was taken from a tattered bag
, covered in dust and mud, looking like it had been thrown into a basement. Looking at this gray
arm attached to his body, it was a stark contrast to his jade-like left arm.
"Ugh, your left leg, oh, disgusting. Are those perverts?" Tarenk feigned disgust,
pulling out a left leg wearing the lowest-grade prostitute's stockings, the stockings and thigh covered in dried
semen—it was filthy. Verana turned pale upon seeing her left leg, but could only watch
helplessly as the puppeteer attached the filthy leg, picked up by a homeless man, to her body.
Her hands, which could now move, couldn't help but touch it; sure enough, it was covered in semen and other filth, making the noble duchess
feel nauseous.
However, when the puppeteer finally removed her right leg, Verana almost cried. Her once proud,
long legs looked as if they had been pulled from a stinking ditch, bearing the marks of dog bites.
"That was close! If I hadn't cast a protective spell, your leg would have been ruined,"
Tarenk mocked as he reattached Verana's leg. After everything was set, Tarenk told the duchess to stand up
.
Since she was naked underneath, Verana looked particularly ridiculous standing up.
Outwardly beautiful and noble, draped in a cloak of fine fur, her body was completely exposed, revealing
her snow-white, voluptuous flesh and full breasts. Her left hand was flawless, like white jade, while her right hand was covered in dust, and her legs were even more
comical. Her long, sexy left leg wore the cheapest stockings, covered in semen,
and emitting a disgusting, lewd stench, while her right leg smelled foul and was covered in bite marks from stray dogs.
"Your Excellency, how about you attend your brother's banquet like this?" Tarenk suggested with a smile.

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