Luna Maiden

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"Oh no... I can't get rid of it..." Her jade-like feet were soaked in semen, the thin white stockings offering no protection. The semen in the crystal shoes stained the stockings yellow, then slowly seeped into her skin. A

thin layer of semen covered the girl's fair skin, and her toes were filled with sticky white fluid. The girl felt utterly disgusted; she didn't want her feet defiled by such disgusting stuff!

However, no matter how much she struggled, the soldier's hands were rooted to the spot, firmly holding the Moon Goddess's ankles between his thighs. The Moon Goddess twisted and turned, wriggling her ankles, even forced to try to pull her feet out of the crystal shoes, leaving the shoes to this disgusting soldier.

"Don't move!" Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess had already missed her last chance. A large group of soldiers had surrounded her, the steel barrels of their guns gleaming with a chilling black light, their killing intent palpable. If the Moon Goddess dared to make a move, she would be killed instantly.

"I...I've actually been captured..." the girl thought. Since she was surrounded, she couldn't escape on her own, so she might as well surrender to save her life. There would be plenty of opportunities to escape later.

"I understand, I won't resist." Her tightly clenched hands helplessly loosened, raised high, her soft hands hanging limply at her sides. The Moon Goddess Girl now displayed a weak and powerless posture—if she adopted this surrendering posture, they probably wouldn't lay a hand on her.

"Not bad, this is the Moon Goddess Girl, she's really beautiful." From the soldiers on both sides, a girl in a black military uniform slowly walked out. Although she was still young, petite, and had a youthful face, her military uniform was imposing, and her aura was dignified, already overshadowing the captured Moon Goddess Girl. The young girl was quite interested in the Moon Goddess before her. Her small hand, encased in a black glove, lifted the Moon Goddess's head, examining her rudely as if admiring a work of art. She even stroked the delicate face and exquisite features with her fingers, as if the Moon Goddess were already her caged bird.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Tanya, and also the commander of this unit. From now on, you are my prisoner, Miss Moon Goddess. You must behave and not be punished." "Sorry, I'm just surrendering. I don't want to be anyone's prisoner. Please let go of my hand." Just a little girl—even if she surrendered, the Moon Goddess's pride would not allow her to be mocked by a mere little girl. Turning her head away, her long, white-gloved arm swept across, knocking Tanya's small hand aside.

"Still pretending even after being captured? As expected of Miss Moon Goddess." A mere female slave prisoner, daring to be so arrogant towards me! Tanya grinned coldly, pulling out a pistol. The black muzzle was pointed at Luna's head. "You slave, kneel down!" The muzzle flashed black, ready to fire at any moment.

A threat, huh? The pride and arrogance of being Luna prevented the girl from admitting defeat to Tanya. However, the officer's eyes held a chilling killing intent. Luna met her gaze, her bright eyes suffocating, and she involuntarily looked away in fear—this person really might shoot her…

"Hurry up!" Scared? What Luna? Just a seductive little girl—Tanya sneered, the muzzle slowly tracing a path down Luna's forehead, the barrel landing on the girl's large, white breasts.

The Moon Goddess had clearly covered her beautiful breasts with a pure white dress and bra, but Tanya disregarded all that. The gun barrel skillfully slipped inside the Moon Goddess's dress, probing like a venomous snake, lurking on her snow-white flesh. "Looks like Miss Moon Goddess isn't afraid of death. I wonder if she's afraid I'll shoot a hole through these breasts. That way, you won't have the chance to wear such a seductive outfit." As he spoke, the gun barrel slid and manipulated her breasts wantonly, causing them to tremble violently. The poor, pink buds were even swallowed by the gun barrel, the cold steel making the little cherries shiver.

This person, how could he do this? It's so shameful—the girl could only glance at how her large breasts were being toyed with before she couldn't bear to watch any longer, turning her head away. How could a girl who called herself the Moon Goddess endure such humiliation, having her private parts so thoroughly violated?

But the sensation of those enormous breasts flowed through the Moon Goddess's delicate body, the sensitive feedback reaching her little head, especially her pink nipples, which were being gripped by the gun barrel, the slippery gun oil inside mercilessly dripping down, staining them greasy and black. This humiliation and shame was unbearable for the Moon Goddess—just kneeling would be enough, wouldn't it? Just kneel before you, and you'll spare me, won't you?

The surrounding soldiers, seeing their commander so blatantly mocking the noble and holy Moon Goddess, thoroughly humiliating her proud, full breasts with his gun, stared wide-eyed, their mouths dry—what kind of damn Moon Goddess was she? Under Commander Tanya's command, she was still obediently licking her shoes, kowtowing, and becoming a slave!

"I understand... I'll kneel down right now, please don't shoot..." In the end, the girl's tightly closed teeth loosened, and her slightly hesitant red lips moved slightly. Although her words were elegant and did not lose the temperament of a moon goddess, she was ultimately forced by circumstances, and her words were hesitant and stammering.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in her bright eyes, her pretty face flushed crimson with shame, but her body could no longer bear the humiliation and pressure. Her knees buckled, and her white-stockinged legs slowly slumped down. Finally, under the watchful eyes of Tanya and the soldiers, the moon goddess finally sat down, her jade feet landing on her heels, her slender arms respectfully resting on her knees. Her bright eyes dimmed, and her red lips finally uttered words with helplessness, "So, your wish has been fulfilled. The moon goddess is now kneeling before you."

Before Tanya could humiliate the kneeling moon goddess, the soldiers beside her had already rushed forward like dogs emboldened by their master, leering at each other, pondering how to properly torment this fallen phoenix.

"What do you people intend to do to her?" The Moon Goddess coldly surveyed the men surging towards her. If surrendering to Tanya meant genuine admiration for her ruthless methods, then these lecherous worms who only thought with their lower bodies had no right to defile her body. A shimmering Moon Goddess power had already gathered around the girl, like stars surrounding the moon. "You men, get out of my way!" "What, you dare to resist! You dare to disobey my orders, Moon Goddess!" Tanya sneered, each word filled with disdain and mockery—let's teach you a lesson! With that, she slammed her boots into the ground, her calf twitching violently, her thigh muscles taut, and kicked the Moon Goddess's pretty face.

"Ouch!" The Moon Goddess, who had been standing upright, was suddenly kicked to the ground, her neat kneeling position collapsing to the floor. Tanya, emboldened, pressed her boots down hard on the girl's silver-haired head. "You wanted to use your Moon Goddess power? Try it!" The girl was forced to lie prone, her kneeling position now replaced by a position with her upper body on the ground and her buttocks raised, as if deliberately using this rear-entry position to cater to the men's lust.

How could the proud Moon Goddess endure such treatment? "Please let me go! Don't step on my head!" Such weak and powerless words naturally drew a mocking laugh from the notoriously strong Tanya. "What, you won't use your Moon Goddess power to resist me? Or is it that the Moon Goddess only has her mouth and lips to use?" Such vulgar jokes naturally drew jeers from the soldiers, who wanted to see the noble Moon Goddess suffer humiliation.

But the girl's Moon Goddess power wasn't something that could be gathered at will. Now, in such a miserable state, where was the Moon Goddess power to follow? They had long since scattered like birds and beasts. The dignified Moon Goddess was reduced to tantrums like a little girl, her beautiful white dress billowing around, her arms flailing helplessly in an awkward posture, like lovers playfully wrestling.

Even more gruesome was the way the Moon Goddess twisted her voluptuous figure as she struggled; her flowing skirt had long since rolled up to her waist, barely concealing the glimpses of her exposed buttocks beneath, her ample white-stockinged buttocks swaying seductively.

A pair of white-stockinged, beautiful legs, shod in crystal high heels, rubbed incessantly against the ground. The heels, already soaked with semen, couldn't withstand such force and had long since slipped from the girl's feet, falling to the ground. Only one bare, white-stockinged foot fetishist remained, its precious five toes poised and injured on the rough sand, a pitiful waste.

This sight of the moon goddess swaying her hips captivated the soldiers watching, who couldn't tell if it was the moon goddess struggling beneath her boots or the moon goddess seducing men.

The poor Moon Goddess struggled so desperately, her pretty face contorted with humiliation and tears, on the verge of sobbing. "Let me go... How dare you treat me like this!" "Hmph, you lot, go and keep an eye on this Moon Goddess's ass, make her stop acting so lewdly, it's truly shameful." Looking at the Moon Goddess, who remained oblivious to her own disgraceful state, Tanya had never encountered such a self-proclaimed noble "god" before. She wondered what shameful state the Moon Goddess would take after her self-respect and nobility were thoroughly humiliated, making her realize her own insignificance. Thinking this, a clever and depraved plan slowly took shape in Tanya's mind.

===Update===

"Now that we've captured this moon goddess, the next step is to tie her up properly with ropes." With that, Tanya's eyes gleamed with greed as she pulled out ropes. Her burning gaze lingered on the girl's voluptuous figure, contemplating how to bind her to thoroughly expose the shameful parts of this voluptuous moon goddess, making her a laughingstock in front of everyone, letting the world know that the moon goddess they worshipped was nothing more than a voluptuous, seductive girl.

As the moon goddess was trampled underfoot, writhing in agony, desperately shaking her plump buttocks, unaware that Tanya had already set her sights on her enormous breasts—these alluring beauties needed to be properly bound.

"No, don't grab my hands! You demons, what are you going to do to me!" Suddenly, her struggling hands were gripped tightly by the soldiers' wrists. Thus, the Moon Goddess's arms fell into the soldiers' hands, at their mercy.

The soldiers grinned lewdly, their right hands gripping her wrists, their left arms holding her forearms—even in this perilous situation, even with her chastity in enemy hands, the Moon Goddess maintained a serene and aloof air. Even

in her struggles, she displayed a seductive, flirtatious demeanor, not a pitiful pleas for mercy. They wondered what kind of miserable state the Moon Goddess would fall into once she was tightly bound by ropes, her shameful parts completely exposed, at their mercy. Seeing her body in their hands, reduced to a humiliated plaything, powerless to resist, what kind of depravity would she suffer?

Thinking this, the soldiers tightened their grip, forcefully lifting the girl's kneeling hands, along with her delicate body, from Tanya's shoes into the air. Then, with a simultaneous pull, they forcibly straightened her arms! Then, he forcefully pulled a pair of delicate arms behind the girl's back, his slender hands even reaching over her buttocks.

Such forceful and arbitrary manipulation of the girl's body, even forcing her to perform such difficult movements, was astounding. Even though the Moon Goddess's body was extremely flexible, and she probably wore a white leotard to practice ballet almost every day to maintain her physique. Suddenly subjected to such intense stretching, her pretty face couldn't help but fill with distress. Her delicate features were furrowed, her beautiful eyes dimmed, her red lips lost their color, and her head slumped weakly to one side. "What...what are you doing to me?" "What, still don't understand?" These soldiers weren't going to explain things to the Moon Goddess in a gentle manner. Instead, they used their hands to lift up the girl's skirt and forcefully slapped her exposed, white-stockinged buttocks. "Think about it, we're going to parade you through the streets soon. Let those poor people who can't afford to play with women in their entire lives have a good look at your lewd body, Moon Goddess. That way, won't they never forget your reputation as Moon Goddess?"

Shameless! The Moon Goddess knew that once she was paraded through the streets in this restrained and provocative manner, the poor people would probably stare at her large breasts, thighs, and even buttocks with shining eyes. In this way, the Moon Goddess's merit in risking her virginity to rescue the poor from the soldiers will likely be forgotten. Those men will only be captivated by her beauty, perhaps even masturbating to her voluptuous figure, fantasizing about having sex with her. At that point, the Moon Goddess will be reduced from a "saintly savior of the poor" to a "powerless, large-breasted cow."

"You demons! Let me go!" With her hands held so tightly, the Moon Goddess's frail body had long since lost the strength to resist, only able to symbolically twist her slender waist and sway her plump buttocks and large breasts. Such a lewd posture made the soldiers' mouths dry, thinking, "Later, Tanya will bind you with tortoise shell bonds, and then we'll parade you through the streets to see how we properly discipline you!"

Thinking this, the soldiers tied the girl's wrists with rope, then spiraled upwards, the rough leather rope binding her arms—clad in the long sleeves of her pure white lace wedding dress—and her small hands, clad in lace gloves, tightly. The once pristine garments were now wrinkled and distorted by the ropes, making her look utterly haggard, nothing like a sacred wedding dress, but rather a cheap, suggestive straitjacket.

"Stand up!" the soldiers commanded, kicking the girl hard with their boots. They lifted her body, then wrapped a rope around her neck and pulled her head back sharply, making it difficult for the noble moon goddess to even breathe.

Feeling her throat firmly gripped, her breath ragged, a look of bitterness welled up on the moon goddess's pretty face. Her red lips barely moved as she weakly whispered, "You demons... are you trying to strangle me to death...?" In this state, the moon goddess could only desperately twist her head, struggling to gain a breath of fresh air. Her once fair face was now flushed red. The noble moon goddess's shameful and disgraceful actions in her struggle to breathe caused the soldiers responsible for binding her to burst into laughter.

The rope binding her neck was pulled down from behind her, wrapped several times around the rope binding her arms, and then passed through her crotch. The soldiers paid special attention to this area, leering as they gave it a hard tug, the rough leather rope rubbing against the girl's sensitive spot.

"Ah~ Ah~ No~" Feeling her two pink cherry petals and her delicate clitoris being pulled by a violent force, a sharp pain seemed to penetrate to the bone! This was followed by an intensely hot temperature, scorching her sensitive private parts. The girl's private parts, which should have been virgin territory, seemed to be blooming under this heat—how could this be? My lower body…it's so itchy…and it's leaking fluid…Is I going to pee…? For some reason, the girl felt as if her private parts were out of her control, beginning to thaw and develop on their own under the burning heat, so sensitive that they even leaked a little moisture. If her hands were still usable, the girl would surely have frantically pulled down her skirt with her white-stockinged hands to cover her almost incontinent private parts.

The girl was trapped in the tortoise shell bondage and could only squeeze her legs together in frustration, trying to cover her wet, pure white lace panties with her plump thighs. However, this suspicious action aroused the soldiers' suspicion. They all lowered their bodies and stared at the girl's private parts with burning and greedy eyes. Then came a frenzied lustful ecstasy.

"Oh, let me see," the soldier said, his rough fingers poking hard at the girl's private parts, then rubbing the wet area vigorously with his fingertips. He seemed greatly surprised by the girl's near-incontinence, which fueled his arousal. "So even a moon goddess can be in heat, huh? I really thought you were a goddess from heaven, all that voluptuous body, but an ignorant virgin. I never imagined your body was so sensitive and wanton, haha! How about it, how's it playing with you?" The soldier had long abused his power in the slums, defiled countless young girls in their prime. Now, he simply ran his fingers over the girl's thin, white lace panties, easily locating her clitoris and labia. He then skillfully teased her slightly erect clitoris with his index finger, while his thumb and middle finger rubbed and inserted into her labia.

The soldier leered at the girl's conflicted and wanton face, saying, "How's it going, Moon Goddess? Is it comfortable? If it's comfortable, then moan for us uncles to hear, haha." He continued, "See how I'll make you, you little slut, pee right here!

" "No...don't touch me anymore...Moon Goddess's body isn't your plaything!" Looking at her sacred, life-giving passage, now reduced to a plaything for the soldiers, casually poked and violated with their fingers, her pure and sensitive body used to defile her mind—she was already overwhelmed by shame and pleasure, like a tangled mess. The Moon Goddess could barely think, relying only on instinct to tightly close her eyes and red lips, lest she reveal any unrestrained, wanton glances or moans.

But the soldiers had already seen this. Having slept with countless women, they naturally couldn't miss the every move of this virgin Moon Goddess. "Fine," they thought, "since you refuse to submit, then you'll have to suffer even more!"

The soldier, utterly depraved, disregarded the possibility that his torture might ruin the Moon Goddess's precious virginity. He used his fingers to push against the rough leather rope, slowly inserting them into the girl's vagina. The Moon Goddess's thin pantyhose and lace panties offered no resistance to the leather rope; instead, they were pulled along by the thick rope, like a lace stocking sheath wrapped around the soldier's rope, allowing his fingers to tease and rub against the inner walls of her vagina.

The soldier's fingers, probing and digging at the pink folds of the girl's private parts, manipulated the stockings, stimulating her sensitive nerves. Waves of intense pleasure coursed through her spine and head, leaving her feeling weak and limp from the soldier's teasing.

The girl, who had struggled to her feet, now had weak knees, clinging to her body only by her last shred of will—even if her body became a tool for the soldiers' humiliation and defilement, she refused to kneel and submit to them!—that's why she swayed and supported herself.

Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes tightly closed, but her red lips parted, gasping for breath. And within her rapid breaths, there seemed to be… a hint of seductive, wanton moans?

Yes! The girl was close to climaxing under this manipulation! Under this dual torment of body and mind—was her virginity to be given to a mere rope?—the girl couldn't help but cry out in pleading, desperate to preserve her last shred of innocence, "No! Please, don't break my virginity..." Her

last shred of resistance crumbled with this pitiful, tearful pleas. Under the manipulation of the rope and her silk undergarments, and under the fervent gazes of the soldiers, the moon goddess nearly lost control of her bladder, gushing forth a pool of fluid from her wet, erotic passage. The gushing fluid and urine dripped onto her stockings, instantly making her crotch area glisten and transparent.

The soaked stockings and panties offered no further protection, and the girl's fluids splattered onto the ground, forming small puddles with a soft pattering sound. After emptying her bladder and experiencing orgasm, the powerful Moon Goddess finally collapsed from exhaustion, her legs giving way and her body slumping to her knees. Her private parts, stimulated once more by the ropes, released a little more fluid, which gathered beneath her buttocks, wetting her stockings.

"I didn't expect that just penetrating your little cunt would make you so wanton. If I were to break your virginity, I wonder what kind of wanton state you, the Moon Goddess, would be in. I'd really like to see," Tanya said, lifting the Moon Goddess's chin. Her once dignified and noble face had lost all its arrogance; not a trace of pride remained. Her bright eyes were misty like autumn water, her cheeks streaked with tears, and her red lips were pitifully parted, as if she were enduring something unspeakable.

Finally, in near despair, the Moon Goddess pleaded with Tanya, "Please...please order them...not to take my virginity...I'll obey...I won't resist anymore..." "Is that so? Then you'd better obey. The Moon Goddess is ultimately just a defeated opponent, a bitch, understand?" As she spoke, Tanya stuck out her tongue and licked the tear tracks on the Moon Goddess's pretty face, as if savoring the taste of the Moon Goddess, or perhaps declaring her sovereignty over this "Moon Goddess bitch."

"Yes...I understand..." The Moon Goddess understood that her declaration of submission meant that she had completely become Tanya's plaything, body and soul, and that she would never have another chance to resist.

"Since that's the case, then you'd better behave and let me tie your voluptuous body up tightly with rope, understand?" These threatening words, coupled with Tanya's occasional stroking of the girl's full breasts, seemed to imply: if you don't obey, I'll teach your breasts a lesson.

At this moment, the Moon Goddess was terrified of this petite female demon. Her dim, bright eyes dared not even meet Tanya's gaze, fearing that under Tanya's wolfish gaze, her tender heart would instantly turn to dust.

Indeed, even if the female demon in front of her used all her strength, she would probably be defeated by Tanya with various strange tools, and in the end, she would be viciously ordered to kneel on the ground, or even perform the act of licking her shoes in submission. If she showed the slightest fear, she would probably be severely tortured, her voluptuous body would probably be covered with wounds, and her beautiful pure white wedding dress would be ravaged like a rag.

"I understand," the Moon Goddess said dejectedly, all her pride gone. She had become nothing more than a voluptuous, seductive girl in strange clothes.

"Stand up," Tanya commanded coldly.

"Yes...yes..." she stammered, slowly and shakily pushing herself up with her legs. However, the flesh of her thighs still gripped the ropes tightly, an instinctive act of resistance that greatly displeased the soldiers—did this Moon Goddess intend to resist?

"You slut, spread your legs and loosen the ropes!" This command, delivered in the soldier's chilling tone, was incredibly sharp. Before his raised hand could even strike the girl's breasts, the Moon Goddess was already begging for mercy, instinctively turning her head away, afraid her pretty face would be slapped. "Yes, yes... I'll spread my legs right now, please don't hit me, it hurts..."

The soldier's intention was merely to ask her to loosen her legs slightly, but the Moon Goddess, now terrified of Tanya and the soldiers, dared not resist in the slightest. She spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and with her plump buttocks deliberately sinking down, she actually struck an M-shaped pose. This posture looked more practiced than a prostitute's.

"My legs are already spread like this... Are you satisfied now...?" The thought that the dignified Moon Goddess had been so easily frightened by a mere threat that she had adopted a posture more lewd than a prostitute, coupled with her trembling, even distorted, pretty face, her twitching beauty and red lips, making it seem as if she was about to cry out at any moment, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth

, was a feast for the soldiers' eyes. "Look, this is the Moon Goddess, it's hilarious! Look how skilled she is at spreading her legs like that. Hey, do you often strike this pose to lure those poor people to have sex with you? With

a body like that, I bet the poor people you've seduced would already be lining up down the street, haha." "I... I haven't seduced any men..." Although the Moon Goddess had been reduced to a frightened little animal, her words still managed to preserve the last shred of her dignity.

"Alright, then I'll let you seduce those poor people. Tie her legs up, and we'll parade her through the streets. Let this moon goddess walk with her legs spread in an M-shape." If she really exposed herself like this to those poor people, her hard-earned reputation would probably be easily ruined. Such a ridiculous and lewd posture was practically an act of deliberately exposing her private parts and buttocks, enticing those poor people to actively violate her cunt and anus. Even now, the Moon Goddess still clung to a last shred of hope for the poor. "Those people will see... that I was forced into this... this lewd pose..."

"Is that so? I think they'll just pull down their pants right there, revealing the huge cock you've been dreaming of, and pour their semen all over your body." Saying this, the soldier pressed an iron rod against the Moon Goddess's ankle, locking it tightly, and then bound her knees firmly with rope, preventing any bending.

Thus, the Moon Goddess could only maintain an M-shaped leg spread, swaying her hips back and forth as she slowly walked with her high-heeled feet. The Moon Goddess knew that walking in this position would likely make her high-heeled feet slow and even difficult to balance; she might stumble and fall halfway down due to the pain in her toes.

At that time, no matter how much the Moon Goddess struggled and twisted her hips, she would be unable to stand, instead allowing the soldiers and commoners watching to see her most shameful and embarrassing side.

The restraints weren't finished yet. The soldiers used two ropes to tie the girl's lower abdomen parallel to each other. The force was so great that even the Moon Goddess's slender waist appeared thinner. However, this only made the Moon Goddess's full breasts and wide hips appear even more exquisite.

The soldier, holding the ropes, lewdly grinned at the Moon Goddess, "Good girl, little sister, uncle is going to use ropes to enlarge your breasts now."

"Use ropes to enlarge my breasts... these breasts are a divine gift, how could I possibly use ropes to..." Indeed, the Moon Goddess cherished her breasts. She believed her full breasts were extremely sacred, and that the pure white and abundant milk within could nourish and raise a healthy child.

"Treasures? How will you know if you don't try?" The soldier leered, pulling the rope to bind the Moon Goddess's breasts. The leather rope tightened around the base of her breasts several times, squeezing the flesh forward, before wrapping it around her back and binding it tightly. He did the same to the other breast.

Once the binding was complete, the soldier asked, "How is it, Moon Goddess? Look, your 'treasures' have grown quite a bit, haven't they? Haha!" He teased her with these words, then thrust his five fingers into her full breasts, his five iron claws disregarding her feelings, grabbing and playing with her breasts wantonly. He felt the smooth, rough texture of her white wedding dress and lace bra against his fingertips, and he was overjoyed. "How is it? Big enough?" The Moon Goddess felt a sharp pain in her breasts, as if the ropes were about to snap them. These ridiculously large breasts were no longer her "treasure." They were so large that they had long since broken free of the lace bra, bouncing out of the cups and swaying before her eyes. The soldiers would occasionally squeeze them with their hands, the flesh bumping against each other before bouncing away in an extremely lewd manner.

The moon goddess lowered her head pitifully, seemingly begging for mercy, "Please, let go of my breasts... These lewd breasts can't produce milk to nourish my child."

"Want milk? That's easy. Once we get back to base, we'll use lactation-inducing agents and breast pumps to properly milk you, how about that? Maybe I'll even thrust my cock deep into your virgin pussy and make you give birth to my child. From now on, you can be stimulated to produce milk while simultaneously breastfeeding your baby, Moon Goddess." The soldiers exchanged knowing smiles, and some, seeing such large breasts, couldn't resist lunging forward, pretending to suckle, and giving the nipples that had slipped off the bra a hard squeeze. The soldier bit down, causing the Moon Goddess to scream in pain. Her head tilted back helplessly, tears streaming from her eyes. "No... please spare my breasts... I don't have any milk right now..." "If you want your breasts to be safe, then behave and come with us to the base. Maybe we can untie you. Otherwise, you can wait to be forced to 'lactate.' Let's see what kind of grotesque shapes your 'treasures' will become after that."

"Yes, I understand, I'll be a good girl." Now reduced to a female slave, the Moon Goddess couldn't even protect her most prized breasts, forced to let others defile and play with them. This noble Moon Goddess dared not resist, only meekly offering her breasts.

As he spoke, the soldier pulled out the rope between her legs and wrapped it tightly around her abdomen and chest several times. Thus, the moon goddess maiden was firmly bound by tortoise-shell bindings and an M-shaped leg spread. Her magnificent wedding dress had long been torn into tattered pieces by the ropes, losing all trace of her pure and noble appearance. Even the noble moon goddess had been reduced to an ordinary girl, devoid of any divinity.

"What if those poor onlookers don't believe you, this slut, are the moon goddess?" Indeed, in this ugly and utterly lewd state, probably no one would associate her with the majestic, holy, and noble moon goddess maiden. The poor would likely see her as a propaganda tool used by the military to oppress the people.

"To wear such clothes and possess such a voluptuous figure... besides her, there's no one else like her." Normally, such words would sound like the moon goddess maiden boasting about her figure, but now she was flaunting herself to the soldiers, hoping these demons would have mercy on her and spare her some torture.

"You're right, you slut," the soldier leered. "If those poor folks have any questions, you'll have to answer them properly. So, let's go! Begin parading this female prisoner—the Moon Goddess—through the streets!"
[The End]

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