【Seven-Colored Rose - Paradise Nightmare】(7)

Author: shenhou2
Published June 15, 2016
First published:
Word count: 8324

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This is the last chapter of Paradise Nightmare. I've finally finished updating Paradise Nightmare. The following
chapters will be transitional, addressing some issues left unresolved.

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At noon the next day, Koti woke up on his soft bed in his bedroom. The previous night
's struggle with the female captives had left him exhausted, but the rewards were plentiful. All the golden-haired Paradise female captives had been thoroughly
tested, their will to resist essentially broken. Today, he could begin the systematic sexual training of the golden-haired female slaves
. Koti pulled the bell on the bed, and the bedroom door opened from the outside. Two burly
South American men escorted a naked mature woman over 177cm tall into the room. As soon as the two men released her, Ashra's
legs went weak, and she knelt down with a thud at the head of Koti's bed. Following the rules of the Puppet
Society's female slaves, she knelt ramrod straight, her large breasts proudly displayed. The once aloof and beautiful dean Ashra could only lower her head in humiliation.
A night of training had completely robbed Ashra of her initial arrogance.

The two burly men turned and left, closing the door behind them. Koti, looking at the kneeling woman before him,
snapped . Ashra looked up at the man leaning against the headboard, then, using both hands and feet, climbed onto the bed like a female dog,
lying down on her master's blankets. Climbing onto the bed was a very strict rule of the Puppet Society. Female slaves had to
crawl onto the bed on all fours like puppies, first placing their front paws on the edge of the bed, then slowly arching their bodies upwards,
maintaining a kneeling position throughout, completely like a little slutty puppy crawling onto Koti's bed.

Koti stroked Ashra's smooth, pure golden hair, playing with the woman's chiseled cheeks and her tear-
reddened eyes. His fingers slid down Ashra's muscular back, reaching her
anus nestled between her large, fleshy buttocks. The anus,
still , softly enveloped Koti's fingers. "Behave yourself now,
how about I train you into a beautiful mare to pull your master's cart, you big slut?" Ashra raised her head sadly. "You can conquer
my body, but I won't conquer my heart. My body is yours to do as you please, do
whatever ."

"Still so stubborn, huh? We have many projects to work on. Tell me, tell me everything you know.
If I catch that golden-haired bitch with your information, I'll reward you and make your life a little more comfortable," Koti
said slowly, still playing with the beautiful dog before him. Naked, Ashra wiggled her large, round buttocks
and raised her head, a wronged expression on her face. "Play with my body, I don't care if you're my slave or my dog. Here,
my body isn't mine anymore. But I won't talk about the organization. I won't betray my beliefs."
A mature mezzo-soprano calmly replied. "Still not trained enough, huh? I've forgotten how slutty and wanton you were in
the basement . I'll slowly extract all the secrets from your body, little by little."

"Now I'm interested in knowing some other secrets." Corti stroked Ashra's smooth
back. "When were you first, and with whom? I know you've never been married."
Corti asked with a smile. Ashra turned her head away in shame and indignation, knowing
what would happen to her if she didn't tell. "I was sixteen, with my ballet instructor." Ashra answered bitterly. "I want to
know the details, beautiful lady. How were you deflowered?"

"I...I was raped. I was 16 years old, practicing
ballet . My ballet instructor was a famous local ballet dancer. I remember one night, under the guise
of a private lesson, he locked me in the dance studio, pushed me down onto the mat, pounced on me, and forcefully
tore off my pantyhose. You know, a 16-year-old girl wanted to resist, but was afraid of angering him, so he
assaulted me. After that, he would rape me whenever no one was around, whether I wanted to or not. I couldn't resist
until the Golden Hair Heaven came to the school and took me away." Ashira painfully recounted her most painful nightmare.

"Tell me about the Golden Hair Heaven." Corti straightened up, turned Ashira's prostrate body over, and
made the female prisoner's buttocks face him. His erect penis pressed against Asila's already thoroughly cleaned anus
. "If you don't speak up, I'm going to go in." Koti arched his body and began to thrust harder. "Please feel free
to enter. This body belongs to you." Asila tried to relax her sensitive anal sphincter, waiting for the man's
massive member to brutally penetrate her. "Ah, it hurts! Ah, it's going to tear!" Koti's thick penis filled Asila's
soft rectum. As the man behind her began to thrust his hips, his large penis rubbed against Asila's soft intestinal walls,
plunging deep into her bottomless anus like a pile driver, causing Asila to scream and her eyes to roll back in agony.
"Slow down! Ah, I'm going to die! Ah, ah, ah, ah, my stomach is going to be ripped apart! Spare me, if I ruin you now,
I won't be able to play with you later."

No matter how much Asila screamed and begged for mercy, Koti continued to
thrust his large penis, covered in the slave's slippery intestinal fluid, into her open, tender anus with the same frenzied rhythm. Anal rape is also a painful form of punishment, but at this moment,
Koti didn't intend for Ashra to reveal any useful information; he was simply venting his pent-up sexual
desires . His large penis thrust wildly inside her rectum. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, be gentle, please, ugh, ugh,
my ass is going to burst, it hurts so much!" After a series of violent thrusts, Koti's hot fluids poured
deep into Ashra's spasming rectum. His large penis was pulled out directly, and Ashra, her anus now open, lay
trembling . Cordi pulled the bell beside the bed, and the solid wood doors parted, allowing several Puppet Guild thugs to enter.
"What are your orders, Lord Cordi?"

"Aishira, if you refuse to speak, I'll put you through the pillars." Hearing
the words ," Ashira's face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled violently. "Pillars" sounded like an ordinary
name, but in the Golden-haired Kingdom, it was the most feared word among all the Golden-haired warriors—from medieval wooden pillars to iron pillars…
From the pillar to the electric shock pillar, countless strong, blond-haired warriors have collapsed in terror on the pillar machine,
becoming mere playthings for men. What to do? Asila gritted her teeth and decided to try the
legendary pillar herself. Could she withstand it? It would be a way to give herself some closure. "If you
're willing to come, then come. Please, Master," Asila said coldly.

"Lord Koti, where do you put this bitch on the pillar? Please instruct me." Koti waved his finger. "Right
here, in my bedroom. Bring the electric shock pillar over." The henchmen obeyed and left. A moment later, four men pushed in a
black machine. In front of the control box was an upright rubber rod,
with protruding iron frames on either side to completely immobilize the victim. "Actually, Asherla,
you're not as strong as you think. Getting a woman to speak in the training hall is easy, especially
with modern technology. Let's begin. Please have the Dean sit down." Corti
gestured for her to proceed, and two thugs supported Asherla's arms, placing her beautiful body onto the rubber column of the pump. One,
two, three, and she was lowered. Asherla's plump vulva landed directly on the rubber column, which was
coated with a slippery ointment. Asherla's body slid down quickly.

"Uh, it's too, too big." The rubber column, as thick as a soda can, forced open her plump labia and entered
Asherla's tender cavity, stretching her as if it were about to tear. The aphrodisiac
cream on the rubber rod quickly aroused Ashra's vagina, making it tingle and itch. She had already experienced
the terrifying power of this aphrodisiac last night, but now, with a rubber rod inserted into her body, the emptiness in her flesh was
filled by the fullness of the rubber rod. "Ugh...ugh...ugh, it itches so much, ugh...ugh...ugh." Ashra couldn't help but
let out moaning sounds. The thugs used the black restraint straps that came with the electric rod machine to
fix Ashra's muscular calves and thighs to the iron frame of the machine.

"This is the latest model of electric roller press machine made in Germany. The three-phase power supply allows for arbitrary adjustment of the current
frequency. The conductive rubber roller is electromagnetically driven, and the roller can move up to 90
times per second when inserted into the vagina. This is our first time using it, so enjoy it, Dean Asila. If you can't take it anymore, let us know."
A dental brace was shoved into Asila's mouth, and someone plugged in the electrical box interface. The thug
adjusted . "Set the operating frequency to 45 times per second first, let the beauty warm up."
Upon receiving the order, the thug pressed the start switch for the roller press machine. In an instant, Asila's body
heaved wildly like a spring. "Ah, I'm dying, ah, ah, ah, uh, uh, uh, ya...!" Asila
screamed wildly, tearing her vocal cords.

The rubber rod moved wildly up and down, the woman's body bound to the machine trembling incessantly. The electrified rubber rod
slammed against Ashra's vaginal walls, powerful currents coursing through her body, causing her heart to pound as if it had stopped.
Ashra felt as if a red-hot branding iron was being frantically thrust into her vagina. The craving sensation from the biological aphrodisiac enzymes
combined with the tearing electric current made Ashra feel like she was being boiled in a pan of boiling oil. The rod's
up-and-down meant to repeatedly torture a woman's genitals, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and complete breakdown. Now, with the added
shock of electric shocks, it was a truly hellish experience. Ashra's naked body was covered in cold sweat, and in less than 30
seconds, she was crying out for mercy, "Stop, stop, stop! I'll talk, I'll talk! No more! I'll tell you everything
! Ah…!"

"Speak, tell me what you know. We won't stop until you tell us. We'll let you go after you tell us." Corti showed no
sign of stopping. "Joan, Joan Carmen is one of ours. She's in Paris! Pull it out! Ah,
I can't take it anymore!" Ashra cried out in agony. Corti smiled sinisterly, waved the machine
to , and Ashra's body was still trembling violently. Pale yellow urine and glistening vaginal fluid smeared
the rubber rod inserted into her body. Ashra's genitals were numb and she had lost control of her bladder. "Joan Carmen is
the soprano at the Moulin Rouge in Paris, and also the highest-ranking official in Europe for the Golden Hair Heaven. Ah, she lives in Paris's ****. I told you, I told you
, hurry up and get that thing out!" Ashra quickly rattled off the information she knew.
Thinking the deadly sensation she had just experienced, Ashra had no will to resist anymore.

Her body was lifted again, and the rubber rod slowly withdrew. Koti bent down and wiped
the tears from the beautiful woman's cheeks. "If I had told you earlier, would you have had to suffer like this?" Two thugs untied the restraints binding her body, and
her trembling body was passed through the rod machine below. Ashra let out a soft moan and buried her face in the sheets, sobbing.
Koti, wearing pajamas, walked to a wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a pair of white stockings embroidered with raised patterns
and a matching white garter belt trimmed with lace. He threw them in front of the naked bitch on the bed.
"Put them on, you slut. The pillar thing was just an appetizer. Now I can properly train you, turn you into a
top-tier slave."

Ashera, kneeling, raised her swollen, tear-filled eyes, sighed in shame and indignation, realizing she was now nothing more than meat on
someone else's chopping block. Ashera reached for the stockings and garter belt, first smoothing it and wrapping
it around her strong waist, then skillfully rolling up the silky white stockings and slipping them onto her bare, cool, white feet.
Then Corti pulled a pair of soft, pinkish-white ballet shoes from the closet, waved them in front of Ashera, and tossed them
onto the carpet. Ashera's face flushed crimson as she reached for the shoes on the carpet. *Slap!* A slap landed on
her pretty face. "You rude bitch, carrying it in your mouth like that." Ashra, feeling wronged, crawled off the bed, opened her red
lips, and bit the heels of two ballet shoes. A pungent, sour
smell , assaulted Ashra's nostrils. She
used to inhale this smell every day when changing shoes during ballet practice.

Tears welling in her eyes, she shook her head at Corti, holding the shoes in her mouth. Corti smiled and nodded, and only then did Ashra dare
release the shoes from her mouth. Her two perfect white ballet feet, clad in white stockings, slipped into matching white ballet shoes.
Ashra skillfully wrapped the pink ballet shoe straps around her ankles several times and tied them up. Corti picked up one of the
white stockinged feet wearing ballet shoes and examined it closely. Ashra, her body and soul completely surrendered,
instinctively arched her instep and pressed her toes down, performing the signature ballet pointe pose. The ballet shoes were like works of art.
Her pointed, pinkish-white arches proudly arched, like a perfect, sexy work of art, completely hers.
Koti couldn't resist gently kissing the smooth, taut white silk-clad instep.

The restaurant's mahogany doors were pulled open by waiters, and Koti, dressed casually, walked in with an relaxed expression,
followed by Asila, her legs clad only in white stockings and lace garters. The Dean of Golden Paradise,
her toes pointed high in ballet shoes, gracefully entered on tiptoe. The trainers in the room
rose to acknowledge her. Koti sat down in the center of the table and began inquiring about the Training Church headquarters. "
Lilina has been delivered to Bishop Garive's private villa, and the bishop is very satisfied with the gift." Koti smiled and
nodded, his promotion now even more assured. "Mr. Sloan has sent word that Goldbeard reacted
strongly to the attack and is preparing for retaliation."

"Joan Carmen's information is being verified. The trainers in Paris have begun preparing a plan to arrest her,
but her identity is very sensitive. She's the principal soprano at the Moulin Rouge and is very popular in Paris, so it might be
inconvenient to act." Corti listened to
the report while fiddling with the sizzling filet mignon on his plate. "Don't rush into action. I'll personally oversee the operation once I return to Europe. Monitor Joan Carmen remotely, and
make sure she doesn't notice." The aroma of the steak made Asila's stomach churn from not eating for a long time. She could only
kneel beside her master's seat like a well-behaved poodle. Every now and then, a piece of steak would be thrown down, and Asila
would quickly bend down and bite it, then bark to signal her master.

In a Catholic church on the outskirts of Barcelona, Europe, Cardinal Garibaldi led the congregation
in their weekend Mass. Standing at the church entrance, he lovingly watched the children of God pass by and nodded to
the revered bishop. Few knew that this kind-faced old man was the Grand Master of the Order of the Training Church,
controlling the world's largest network of female slave traders, commanding hundreds of professional trainers, and leading the most
elite international mercenary groups. Sitting in the back seat of his spacious Bentley, Cardinal Garibaldi
rubbed a golden cross inlaid with various jewels with his wrinkled hands. The vast organization was increasingly weighing on the aging Cardinal
Garibaldi His continued reign at the pinnacle of power in the Order of the Training Church was largely due to his adeptness at
navigating social situations and his image as a peacemaker.

Looking at the trees lining the road, the old man sitting in the back of the Bentley felt increasingly
alienated .
His influence over his trusted lieutenants, Dulin and Marco, whom he had personally mentored, and the powerful and ambitious Belial, was dwindling. Maintaining the unity of the Order of the Training Church
was becoming increasingly difficult, not to mention Sloan, the leader of the Puppet Society, who maintained a distant relationship with the organization.
Galivi was most reluctant to see the Order of the Training Church fall apart. Now, the bishop's energy was waning, and
his sexual desires were neither satisfying nor worth abandoning. Bishop Galivi now probably only had a slight physical interest in very cute young
virgins . The gift from Corti had arrived; was he satisfied? The old man leaned
back in the leather car and closed his eyes.

In a small estate on the outskirts of Barcelona, a Bentley pulled up in front of the foyer. Two personal papal
attendants helped Bishop Garivet out of the car. "To my bedroom. You should be ready by
now." The attendants nodded quickly. Garivet, this kind old man, was very tolerant of his subordinates and servants, and
many members of the Faculty of Sciences found working under him easy and pleasant. "Good, young men,
the young are still capable. This old body of mine is no good." Pushing open the heavy wooden door to the bedroom, a beautiful
blonde cherub, dressed in a pure white ballet tutu and a semi-transparent blouse, stood charmingly in the center of the room.
"Socute, on the way here I was wondering if you were cute enough. It was my mistake." Looking at
Lilina's shimmering platinum blonde hair, Garivet praised her lovingly.

As a kind old man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a red bishop's robe, entered the room, Lilina
trembled . She then slipped her delicate, ballet-shoe-clad right foot behind her left, bent her knees,
and performed a perfect ladylike curtsy. From being captured by the Puppet Guild to being transported to Europe, the innocent little angel had been
terrified and at a loss. With a little manipulation by the guild's servants, Lilina had
transformed a nervous, timid, and obedient little slave girl. "Come, sit on the edge of the bed. Don't be nervous. An
old man like me can't hurt you," said Garive, pulling Lilina's smooth little hand to sit on the edge of the large bed.

"What's your name? How old are you?" the kind old man asked the young girl beside him as if having a casual conversation.
"Lilina, 17 years old," the girl answered timidly, her voice trembling with tears. "I heard you
dance very well. Would you like to perform a piece for this old man?" Although the tone was kind, it was still
an order that brooked no disobedience. Lilina blushed and nodded; she had been taught to obey all orders before she arrived.
The little angel, dressed in a pure white ballet outfit, stood on the expensive Persian carpet
before the bed. Her two glossy silk ballet shoes crossed in the starting position for ballet. With a light step on her toes, Lilina's lithe
body spun like a white paper crane, tracing graceful arcs.

The blonde angel's exquisite figure seemed unconstrained by bones; the noble swan gracefully used
the tips of her ballet shoes as an axis to perform exquisite whirling swan dances. Lilina's supple waist seemed capable of bending and twisting freely,
her willow-like arms swaying in graceful trajectories. Lying on the soft bed, Garive squinted
, smiling as he watched the little swan dance before him. What a delicious feast! After finishing her dance,
Lilina curtsied, lifting the hem of her ballet tutu. Galivi clapped enthusiastically and beckoned to Lilina.
The little beauty blushed, her delicate lips pursed, and she stiffly climbed onto the bed.

"Don't be afraid, Grandpa, I'll be very gentle. Everyone has a first time, right?" Bishop Galivi, nearing
the end had very little sex life; instead, he had become increasingly picky about sex. Now, only
the purest and most adorable virgins could arouse the interest of this dying bishop. The members of the church,
painstakingly preparing suitable girls for their leader, offered them up—it was a stepping stone to advancement. The old man
gently laid Lilina, dressed in her full ballet attire, onto the silky mattress and began to slowly savor this exquisite...
The gift, he grabbed a small, pert white-stockinged foot clad in delicate ballet shoes, brought it to his lips, and kissed the taut
instep of the girl. His wrinkled old hands moved upwards along the slender foot, kneading Lilina's supple,
porcelain-like legs. The smooth feel of the stockings was irresistible to Garyvi. Lilina remained motionless, like a
corpse enduring Bishop Garyvi's torment, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

Next, he moved to the ballet angel's voluptuous thighs, slapping them forcefully a few times, tearing open the crotch of the thin
pantyhose . Then, his fingers slipped into the girl's mysterious triangle. "Let this old man see
what's down there. Don't move." He lifted the short ballet skirt, slowly teasing the young virgin's tender,
sensitive labia with his fingers. Lilina pursed her lips, tears welling in her eyes. Old man Garive felt his aging
penis throb involuntarily; he hadn't felt this excited in a long time. He
figured he'd better get to the point; it would be too embarrassing to ejaculate immediately. He pulled down his pajama bottoms and pulled out a bony,
age-spotted penis, resembling the root of an ancient tree. Lilina glanced at it and
closed her eyes in horror. "Don't be afraid, I'm old and useless. It'll be quick, it won't hurt much."

He placed the triangular glans on the young virgin's most tender and immature vulva, slowly rubbing it
a couple of times. Lilina felt a cold, strange snake crawling inside her, and she couldn't help but
gasp . As the old man leaned forward, half of his penis entered the girl's body; the extremely tight vagina
gripped his old cock with immense pleasure. Lilina felt an old body moving on her, something hard being inserted
between As the large hand kneaded her small breasts, the man's penis
was already more than halfway inside. A soft membrane clung to the glans. Garyvi's wrinkles
deepened with a smile; deflowering women was Bishop Garyvi's peculiar fetish. Perched above the girl, the old man gathered his
strength, and his penis, clamped between the virgin's vagina and his own, suddenly thrust forward violently. "Ah!!!" A clear
cry rang out , and bright red virgin blood stained the rough surface of his old penis.

Lilina felt the sharply defined cylinder inside her forcefully pushing in, the membrane inside
her until it shattered into pieces. "Ah, ah, it hurts so much, ah, have mercy
on me, ah," Lilina sobbed uncontrollably, the pain of losing her virginity causing her body to arch like a bow.
With this all-out thrust, the aged bishop exhausted all his strength, lying on top of the girl,
panting heavily His trembling old penis squeezed out a few thin strands of semen, making the little angel's newly deflowered vagina look even more
pitiful. After ejaculating, the limp, old worm withdrew like a dead snake, and
bright red blood flowed from between Lilina's parted labia. The tearing pain made the beautiful girl's smooth cheeks tremble in agony.

Normally, after deflowering a girl, a man would continue thrusting until the pain of losing her virginity
was suppressed by the lust of physical friction. However, Bishop Garive could only finish hastily after his penis broke the little angel's hymen
, leaving Lilina's painfully empty lower body there. The elderly Galivi lay
panting on Lilina's snow-white body, pulling on the bell hanging from the headboard. Two bishops' attendants entered,
first helping Bishop Galivi to the other side of the bed, then dragging Lilina's limp, convulsing body off
the bed . They carried the ballerina's arms behind her back towards the door, her two delicate white ballet shoes
hanging limply on the carpet, leaving a shallow trail. Galivi lay on the headboard with his eyes closed, not even glancing at the fate of his
beautiful toy. The weary old man took a nap.

He slept until sunset, then emerged from the bedroom in loose pajamas. A
sumptuous dinner was already laid out on the table, covered with a white tablecloth. Tonight's main courses were French-style baked snails and honey-glazed lamb chops, the lamb chops
being the finest, air-freighted from Australia. A large dining table was covered with an elegant blue and white striped tablecloth. Kneeling
in the center was Lilina, who had changed into a white princess dress after washing herself. The little angel
knelt on the white tablecloth like a decorative vase, chest out and head held high. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in an intricate updo,
adorned with two vibrant tulips—a truly captivating sight. This human vase was
a beauty reserved for high-ranking members of the Church.

Beside Lilina were rows of exquisite dishes. Seeing Bishop Garibaldi emerge, a waiter led her to her
seat. Lilina, the tabletop exhibit, tensed with fear. "The Pope's on the phone, still
about donations," a waiter said, handing her a receiver. Garibaldi took the phone and spoke with the Pope in the Vatican. At the same time,
he forked a baked snail and placed it to Lilina's lips. The little angel obediently opened her mouth and ate it.

"Beria's on the phone, about intelligence from an inside source," a waiter said, handing her a dedicated cell phone. After hanging up the phone with the Pope
, Gary quickly answered Beria's call, then called Lutes to assign tasks
before finally starting to enjoy his meal. Watching the exquisitely dressed and adorable little girl eat, Gary had a
great , frequently feeding her desserts, lamb chops, and salad, coaxing
the cute girl to eat like a grandfather feeding his granddaughter.

With the Golden Paradise mission concluded, An Fengqiong kept thinking about the missing female honor guard
members . Who had they fallen into? After a period of observation, the situation in China had become clearer.
Through some special channels, An Fengqiong obtained internal information: a serious
car accident A red Ferrari Enzo was completely wrecked, the only son of the Grand Eunuch was killed,
and the three women in the car, supposedly members of the missing female honor guard, also perished. Among them was
her senior, Li Lingyu, the captain of the Flying Tigers Special Forces. Of course, there was no report of this in the Chinese media.
"Damn it, so damn damn damn it!" An Fengqiong couldn't help but curse. The nation's image, the valiant women's honor guard, had become
a tool for power struggles among the elite, leaving ordinary citizens like herself to keep their distance. "I'm powerless, I can't
avenge you now," An Fengqiong vowed, tears streaming down her face. "I swear I'll make those who killed you pay with their blood!"

Where was Cheng Shengnan now? She was the key figure in unraveling this whole affair—perhaps in some remote mountainous region of Myanmar or
Afghanistan , or maybe in a private estate in Europe or South America. An Fengqiong knew this
wouldn't end there. Now, she was the only one in the know, and Li Fei and his men would do anything to eliminate her.
An Fengqiong was troubled, but she believed they wouldn't dare to act recklessly in New York. The one who tied the knot must untie it; Mr. Sloan, with his
extensive connections should know something. Just then, An Fengqiong's phone rang. It was Mr. Sloan calling.
They exchanged warm greetings at first, but then Sloan invited An Fengqiong to Paris, the capital of France, to discuss something important
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