[Side Story 24] The Silent Saintess

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In the northern border region of the Empire, a temple that was originally just an ordinary temple dedicated to the god of war has become
famous because of four beautiful female priestesses, gradually becoming an important religious site in the northern border. What
was originally just a remote temple has slowly attracted more and more people—merchants, believers, travelers, and even
soldiers and nobles of the Empire—who come to seek the 'miracles'. These four are known as the Empire's Four
Saintesses. Although their influence is ultimately limited to the northern border region, they still enjoy immense popularity in this area.
They are: the Blind Saintesse, Raiser; a priestess who, despite losing her sight, possesses powerful healing abilities; the
'Water Saintesse', Ina; a young theologian renowned for purifying the water sources of a city filled with sewage; and
the 'Warrior Saintesse,' the youngest but with immense charisma as a fanatic. And then there's the 'Silent
Saintess,' Anita. Though silent, she is the coordinator among the four saintesses.
Under their influence, the Temple of War became a renowned sanctuary. However, its prosperity depended on the four saintesses, and
when their fame faded, the temple rapidly declined. Ultimately, those who came to visit were not
there for faith, but merely to admire these four famous beauties.
Now, the temple has only one-tenth, or even less, of its former glory. The temple, once expanded due to the influx of visitors,
has become increasingly deserted. The blind saintess, Raiser, disappeared during a patrol
and never returned. The saintess of pure water, Ina, was in the Green River during the Black Tide; rumors say she was captured and taken to the Demon
Lord's kingdom of Alfania, becoming their plaything. As for the Valiant Saintess Ophina, who had the most followers and the greatest influence among the four
, she never returned to the temple after coming back from the Demon King's underground labyrinth
. Various scandalous rumors about her further tarnished the reputation of the temple's four saintesses. People no longer fervently idolized
the four saintesses of the Temple of War; now only the silent Anita remained.
Unable to speak, Anita was already the most low-key of the four saintesses, but now she too had to step forward
to oversee the temple's affairs. Initially, things were alright, but recently the temple staff noticed that Anita was becoming increasingly strange.
Before the statue of the God of War, Maes, a few believers prayed, and under
the guidance of the Silent Saintess, the entire hall was completely silent, except for the sound of dust being stirred up by the wind. Anita
wasn't standing with the believers, but rather on a high platform. With her long, black, curly hair
, Anita stood like a goddess, draped in an extremely large white robe that completely enveloped her
body. She stood silently on the platform.
"Your Holiness, are you feeling unwell?" A believer below looked at Anita, unable to see
her face clearly, but seemed to see her body swaying.
"Come to think of it, it seems so," a man beside her agreed. As the believers casually observed
the saintess, a drop of liquid dripped from the wooden plank beneath her
feet, then another, and another. They noticed the wooden plank beneath her feet seemed wet, with liquid dripping from it.
"Is it water? It doesn't seem like it," someone nearby said.
"Perhaps it's just water stains that haven't been wiped clean. The temple hasn't been maintained much lately, and Anita has had a
hard time," a female believer replied.
As people whispered among themselves, the sound of a heavy object falling to the floor echoed in the hall. Because
the hall was already very quiet, this unusual sound drew considerable attention. Moreover, the sound came directly
from above, from where the saintess was.
At that moment, Manning, the representative of Anita, emerged from the door behind the saintess and loudly
addressed the worshippers below: "Her Highness the saintess is unwell today and will be resting. Please pray for
the protection of the god of the gods."
With that, Manning led the saintess through the back door. As soon as the saintess left, the others
began to discuss amongst themselves.
"That Manning, he's been getting closer and closer to the saintess lately, and he's even started giving orders,"
commented a female clergyman.
“There’s no way around it. Anita, who can’t speak, always needs someone to speak for her.
When the other three saintesses were here, it wasn’t necessary, but now… sigh…”
“Have you heard? ‘Valiant Saintess’ Ophina refused to return to the temple. I heard she’s
been messing around with a young follower, having illicit relations and stuff.”
“Don’t listen to those rumors. No matter what, Lady Ophina is a saintess; she wouldn’t do such a thing.” The female
priest denied it. But the rumors about the Valiant Saintess continued, deepening the believers’ suspicions.
…
“Ah, Saintess, didn’t I tell you to hold back? This will be punished.” In
the corridor, Manning, contrary to her previous respectful expression, lifted the saintess’s chin. At this moment, Saintess Anita’s expression
was slightly flushed, and her breathing became heavier, as if she was enduring something.
Then, Manning abruptly ripped open the saint's robe. Beneath the wide robe, the saint
was naked except for white high heels. Her snow-white, naked body was bound with rope, especially her breasts, which were constricted and
protruded. Ropes also ran between her legs, rubbing against her genitals with every step. Not only was
she unable to speak, but her hands were also bound behind her back and folded. Anita, already unable to speak, was now
completely rendered a plaything of this man. Her genitals were also stuffed with objects: a urethral plug was
inserted, completely controlling the saint's urination. An inflatable anal plug was also inserted,
the exposed part being an anal bead, which could be pulled at will. Manning pulled it, and the anal bead, along with the saint's anal fluid
, slid out. Anita's legs went weak, and she writhed against the wall. Of course, a huge dildo was also inserted into her vagina
. It was this very thing that had fallen out of the saint's vagina during prayer, attracting
the attention of the believers.
Manning reached out and touched Anita's breast, then pinched her round, white buttocks.
Anita winced in pain, but unable to speak, she didn't need a gag.
"So, you'll walk back to your room naked like this," Manning said calmly. Anita
glared at him, both ashamed and angry, but bound, she couldn't resist and
could only submit. Manning slapped Anita's buttocks a few times and then opened the door.
Fortunately, the temple corridors weren't very bright, illuminated by candlelight. However, due to the temple's manpower shortage
, not every corridor had candlelight or a window. So, for Anita, this was actually
an advantage.
“Every time I see a sacred woman like you naked, your big breasts jiggling,
your ass sticking out as you walk, it excites me.” Manding followed behind the saintess, admiring Anita’s naked, limping gait
, struggling to keep the dildo from falling out of her vagina.
Just then, two male believers passed by, startling Anita, who quickly hid behind a wall where the light couldn’t reach.
They greeted Manning.
“Oh, it’s the representative. How is Your Majesty?” one of the believers said, stopping in front of Manning
. Unbeknownst to them, right beside Manning, out of their sight, their saintess
was hiding in a corner, naked. The dildo inside her vagina was about to fall out due to the vigorous movements, and the poor woman could only clench
her legs tightly to keep it from falling.
"Ah, she's alright, just feeling slightly unwell," Manding said. "By the way, how are you all?
Even though the other saintesses aren't here, your faith in God can't be diminished."
Anita was nearly frantic with worry; her penis was about to fall out, and this man was still talking to the believers
, clearly intentionally making things difficult for her.
"Ah, we haven't been coming as often lately. The spokesperson was right; it seems we've lacked some piety towards God
." These men were townspeople from the nearby area, only stopping at the temple to worship when passing through; after all,
the temple no longer held any special value for a dedicated visit.
"Well then, since you've come all this way, why not take a look around?" To Anita's utter dismay,
Manning was actually beckoning the believers towards her, and she was about to be discovered.
Instinctively, Anita braced her buttocks against the wall, then pushed hard, shoving the dildo back into her vagina,
but the footsteps were closing in, and she had no way to escape. Just then, a basket full of straw appeared beside the passageway
, and in her haste, Anita jumped inside.
"There seems to be a sound over there?" the believers asked, pointing in Anita's direction.
"I'll go check." Manning continued walking slowly, arriving at the basket where Anita was. He seemed
quite pleased with the saint's current predicament, smiling as he turned around. "That's right, just a naked bitch
."
"A naked bitch? Are there dogs in the temple?" a believer asked, puzzled. Anita, inside the basket,
was utterly ashamed.
"It's alright, please continue forward; the statue of the god of war is just ahead." Watching the believers slowly leave, Manning
turned back to Anita hiding in the basket. "I didn't expect you to jump into a basket like a wild dog, Your
Majesty?"
Anita blushed, only able to glare at Manning resentfully, unable to utter a word.
Following Manning to the doorway, she found several merchants standing there.
“Someone’s waiting for you. There’s no other way, put your clothes on first.” After Anita was dressed, Manning, still
posing as an envoy, led the saintess to the door. The men were waiting outside; these were the temple’s
patrons, and Anita and Manning knew what their arrival meant.
“Oh, Your Holiness has arrived.” The leading merchant removed his hat as a sign of respect. “I’m so sorry,
this is probably our last visit.”
Anita looked saddened upon hearing this, which meant their support for the temple was coming to an end.
Unlike the other three saintesses, Anita had grown up here, so her feelings for the temple were very
deep. For her, this temple was already a part of her life.
“Your Holiness understands,” Manning said on her behalf.
The merchants completely ignored the man, focusing only on Saint Anita: "Frankly, even
with the unpleasant rumors surrounding Lady Ofina, we were still willing to continue supporting this place. But Saint, your recent
attitude has been truly disappointing."
The merchants extended their hands: "So we've decided to take our leave. We apologize."
Anita lowered her head. These were devout believers, and their departure was also related to their disappointment with the Temple of War.
Manning intentionally cut off external donors to prevent her from seeking help from outside. With Manning holding leverage over her, Anita
had no choice but to remain silent in the face of the merchants' goodwill, ultimately forcing them to leave.
The merchants gave the Saint an angry look before leaving. As they went, Anita overheard them saying,
"Not even wanting to shake hands at the end? They really misjudged us!"
But these people wouldn't know Anita's true situation. Her hands were bound, and she
had no freedom whatsoever. Back in her room, food was already laid out on the table. Anita's food was simple:
bread and water.
Anita stood before the table with the food, then glanced awkwardly at Manning. The latter, clearly unconvinced
, simply closed the door, stripped her naked except for her pure white high heels. Anita
half-heartedly turned around, then leaned over the table, her breasts flattened, her buttocks raised as
she tried to bring her mouth closer to the food.
"Ugh, every time I see you stick your ass up and your legs straight, I get so aroused," Manning said, walking up to her and
grasping the dildo at the saintess's vulva. Just as the saintess's mouth was about to reach the food, Manning suddenly
moved the food back. Anita blushed, glaring at him angrily. The latter only
responded with a lewd laugh.
Anita knew exactly what he wanted to see; the almost naked saintess could only clumsily climb onto the table...
Unable to use her hands, she had to lie face down, her beautiful buttocks raised high, and use her nose and
tongue to gnaw at the food.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
"Is the Saintess here? We have news of the other three Saintesses," a voice called from outside. This
made Anita tremble slightly, but then Manning thrust a dildo deep into her vagina, causing her to slam her face against
the bread in pain.
"Should I open the door?" Manning mocked the Saintess.
Anita, of course, hurriedly shook her head. At this moment, Manning pulled out the dildo, still wet with semen, and inserted his own
penis into Anita's body, thus beginning to have sex with the Saintess, who was still lying face down on the table. Outside the door,
the believers continued to pound on it, but these people were unaware that inside, their Saintess was being
fucked like a bitch on the table.
The silent Saintess could only silently endure this humiliation.
...
After lunch, in Anita's private confessional room, a place where the once silent nun differed from other saints
, Anita would quietly listen to the believers' true feelings,
without uttering a word or offering any commentary from beginning to end. She simply acted as a listener, allowing the believers to
release what they truly wanted to say.
This time, a young man stood outside the door, wanting to confide.
"Saintess, I am ashamed that I had such delusions," the man's voice trembled,
revealing his inner turmoil. "Just now, while praying, I saw liquid dripping down. I shouldn't have investigated,
but I went anyway, and I found it wasn't water... I don't know..."
While the young man was ashamed of his actions, he was unaware that inside the room, the silent Saint Anita
was being suspended by one leg, one foot on the ground in a high heel, the other raised high and
arched upwards towards her head, thus exposing her vagina completely. The ropes hanging from above
secured the saintess in such a shameful position. Manro stood behind her,
repeatedly whipping and fondling her vagina and buttocks.
The mute saintess, seeing people outside, could not utter a sound.
"I bring news of the other saintesses, very bad news. It has been confirmed that 'the valiant saintess' Ophina
was having an affair with a follower. I can't believe that a follower like Ophina would do such obscene
things."
Inside the room, Manning was whipping the vagina of the last 'surviving' saintess with a short-bristled brush. The pain from the whipping caused
Anitan to struggle in vain.
“The Holy Maiden of Pure Water, Ina. She was taken to Alufania, where there is a Black Lust Arena,
a playground mainly for women indulging in debauchery. There, Lady Ina is known as… the Venomous Saintess.”
Anita’s body trembled. Although he knew that Ina’s disappearance in the Black Tide could not have a good ending,
the thought of the intelligent, strong, and scholarly Ina being so desecrated still saddened him.
“As for the Blind Saintess, we still haven’t found her. We’ve
searched everywhere where she disappeared but haven’t found her. We’ve done our best.”
Doing their best meant that there was no hope of finding her anymore.
“I’m so sorry. I know Anita is the temple’s last hope, but just now… in the corridor, I
saw, I saw, the Saintess naked. I saw it by accident, but… I just couldn’t control
myself. I wanted to… I…”
At this moment, the door opened, and the believer discovered that inside, the Saintess he admired, Anita, was being
humiliated and hung up in an extremely shameful manner. Manning let the other person in, then closed the door, patting the saintess's snow-white body.
"I don't want to suppress my feelings. You saw it, and I heard what you were thinking. Come on,
your saintess is right in front of you, so naked and lewd. Aren't you tempted?"
"Saint, Saintess, Spokesperson, what's going on?" the believer asked.
"It's just like this. Join us, and you can get what you want—this beautiful body as
your plaything. The silent saintess can't speak. Just by binding her hands, she can't do anything. We
can play with her. Don't you find that exciting?"
Anita's eyes widened, shaking her head repeatedly, but the believer's eyes were already aroused by Manning's teasing.
"Suppressing the saintess with just a few people isn't enough. We need to completely suppress this temple, to completely
control this beautiful body. Want to join?"
This was the devil's temptation, and faced with Anita's naked body, the believer chose to submit to the devil.
Afterwards, as its glory faded, the Temple of War fell into decline, gradually disappearing from people's sight and
becoming a true border temple visited only by a select few. But it was a paradise for a group of believers. Completely controlled, Anita became their toy and sex slave, emitting 　　silent groans
within the empty temple . 　　Few people came here; even those who occasionally came were simply forced to show themselves by binding Anita's hands 　　. 　　"That's it then, we'll go back." The imperial envoy placed the supplies he had delivered inside the temple. Looking at 　　Anita, who had personally received them, the saintess in her flowing robes had a strange expression, as if she was about to burst. 　　But she made no move whatsoever, neither shaking hands nor seeing them off, simply standing among the believers like a puppet 　　. 　　After the envoy left with questions, the believers lewdly laughed at each other, stripping Anita of her priestly robes. Her snow-white flesh, tightly bound by layers of rope, was revealed 　　. Her hands were also firmly folded behind her back, and a urethral plug, an anal 　　plug, and a dildo were inserted into her lower body. 　　"Ah, it seems like she's urinating down there. Isn't there a urethral plug?" Manning looked at the puddle beneath the saint's legs 　　, urine flowing down one leg. 　　"Looks like she couldn't hold it in any longer. She looks like she's about to burst." The follower mocked the saint, "Honestly, 　　if you can't hold it in, just say so. If you don't say it, of course we won't know you're bursting."

"Oh, what? I forgot you can't speak, hahahahaha."
The temple was filled with the lewd laughter of the believers, while endless humiliation awaited Anita.

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