toys in the glass tank

"Master, what did I do wrong?" Lamia was forced to her feet by two men, her hands twisted behind her back, and brought before Roberts. The woman was disheveled, her expression wretched, and her eyes filled with disbelief, seemingly unable to understand why her master was treating her this way. "What did you do wrong? I ordered you to bring Lindis back and, incidentally, to test one of the three knights beside her. That was my command, but what did you do?" Roberts raised an eyebrow, sitting as always on the large, soft sofa, his right hand resting on the wooden beam. Beside him stood a richly dressed young man in his twenties, whom Lamia didn't recognize. "I...I don't know..." Hearing her master's harsh question, Lamia's face turned pale, and she stammered, unable to speak. "Don't know?" "You had someone set a trap to lure those defeated soldiers of Aseria to the tavern, then stole the aphrodisiac I had the apothecary specially concoct and used it on Lyndis, allowing those defeated soldiers to rape her. And you even lured out those three knights—I specifically instructed them not to touch them yet—and what happened? If it weren't for that man's unwavering resolve, if my men hadn't arrived in time, Lyndis would have collapsed on the spot! This girl is invaluable to us now; I don't want to waste her without squeezing out every last bit of her value. I should have said that." "I…I just wanted to do what my master…" Lamia hurriedly protested. "You've become increasingly audacious lately, seemingly forgetting your place. I think it's time to punish you." Roberts waved his hand. "Guards, drag this woman back to the women's cell. Tell her that anyone can have sex with her; she should learn to remember her place." "The women's cell?" Lamia was terrified. She broke free from the men's grasp and crawled to the slave owner's feet. "Please, master, I never want to go back to that place again. Give me a chance, I promise I'll never do it again." She clung to Roberts's leg, forcing the most seductive and alluring expression. "Master, if I'm gone, who will serve you?" Roberts, expressionless, kicked the woman to the ground. "You're so arrogant, Lamia. I have plenty of women around me; someone can replace you anytime." He stroked her hair, then coldly pushed her away. "Spend your time reflecting in prison. I'll consider letting you out in a few months, if you've come to your senses then." With the slave owner's command, two strong henchmen swiftly dragged the disheveled woman out the door. Lamia's hysterical cries echoed down the corridor. "You self-righteous woman." "After the woman's voice completely faded away, the slave owner concluded, 'That's simply because she's not smart enough.' The young man beside him chuckled. 'Alright, Roberts, I didn't come all this way from my father's place just to see how you punish female slaves, did I? Where's my Sapphire Princess? I can't wait to see my subject of discipline.' 'She doesn't need discipline.'" "Laubers suppressed his anger. From the moment he arrived, this arrogant young man had been constantly challenging his authority and pushing his limits. If it weren't for his father, Guild Master Balman, Laubers would probably have eliminated this ignorant man long ago. His name was Roger, the youngest son of Guild Master Balman, the 'Golden Horseshoe.' Roger was a notorious good-for-nothing playboy, a scoundrel who frequented brothels and various pleasure quarters from a young age, where he made many disreputable friends and then used his father's authority to harass women. But this despicable playboy had somehow gained the favor of the gods. A year ago, he somehow learned some dark magic and mastered the technique of manipulating magical beasts, and from then on, he became uncontrollable, seducing women and even building up his harem. Fortunately, he lived in the slave city-state of Seraman, so no one cared about his outrageous acts. 'That bastard Balman deserves to die!'" "Laubers couldn't help but complain again. According to the other party, it was Roger who himself requested to 'take special care' of Lindis. In order to ensure that Chairman Balman would be on his side in his plans, Laubers had no choice but to accept this arrogant young man and keep him by his side. 'I hope he can understand the difference between tyranny and discipline.' Laubers sighed, then led Roger out of the room and into a spacious hall. The hall was very large, capable of accommodating hundreds of people, with four rooms on both sides, which the slave owner called 'guest rooms.' When they reached the second door on the left, Laubers pointed, 'They're in there.' However, the iron door was very thick, and no sound could be heard. Laubers didn't seem to be going in at all. Instead, he went around to the back and pushed on the torch on the wall, and a hidden door appeared. 'So the master's guest room is quite a hidden world.'" Roger chuckled inwardly. As soon as he entered the hidden door, he heard a cacophony of noise from inside. Then, Roberts led him to a round hole. Through the hole, Roger could clearly see the scene inside. The room was utterly depraved. A beautiful, naked girl with long blonde hair was surrounded, her face down, but her arms and legs were twisted into a "four-legged upside-down" position, suspended in mid-air by several thick ropes. Six naked old men surrounded her, mockingly whipping her buttocks to keep her spinning, while dripping the bright red wax from their burning candles onto her snow-white flesh. With each drop, the girl trembled in pain, and Roger saw her face. Her beautiful face was covered in sweat, humiliation etched on it, but the girl bit her lip tightly, enduring it all, even though… she was on the verge of tears. "These old men… I think I've seen them before?" "Rogge asked. The candle game in the room seemed to have reached its climax. After the old man had covered the girl's snow-white back with smears, he moved his attention to her armpits. For burns, the armpits are one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body, and no one can endure such torment. So at this moment, she finally screamed loudly. "They are all a group of monks from the church." The girl's scream could be heard even next door. Laubers explained from the side with a frown, "They call themselves servants of God, but instead of serving the gods, they are obsessed with sadism. Well, that's the church of Seraman." Roger continued reading. The monks' wax-drip game seemed to be nearing its end; the constantly spinning rope had stopped. The girl's body was now covered in patches of red wax stains, like colorful garments draped over her snow-white flesh. But upon closer inspection, Roger suddenly noticed that the girl's buttocks, breasts, and thighs were covered with scattered fine needles, even the inside of her labia bore needle marks. Each slap pierced deeper into the girl's delicate flesh; no wonder she had been in so much pain. "Even in Seraman, priests and monks still need to maintain their pious and abstinent appearance—of course, this is only on the surface. So they always need some release, but because their interests are so bizarre, ordinary women find it difficult to endure such torture. But she is different; not only is she beautiful and charming, but she also has extensive experience in sadomasochism, and there's no need to keep it a secret—she's arguably the best candidate." "At the same time, you will be doing favors to the cultivators, and you may also be able to learn some of their little secrets by spying on them, which will make it easier to win them over in the future. Am I right?" "Roger looked at Laubers's pale face and laughed smugly. At this moment, the old men in the room seemed to have started a new game. Roger saw a bottle of enema fluid being injected into the girl's body, and then one of them plugged the opening with a soft plug. The others took off their pants, revealing their still limp penises. One of the penises was brought in front of the girl's face, and the girl seemed to feel nauseous, but still obediently took the old man's penis into her mouth and began to swallow and spit it out. Then, Roger heard their conversation. The old monks demanded that the girl be suspended and give them all oral sex until they all ejaculated. If she couldn't make them all ejaculate, then the soft plug in her anus would not be removed. She had to endure the urge to defecate through the enema while also giving these elderly men oral sex in such a humiliating and uncomfortable position. Thinking about this, Roger found himself getting excited as well. "Lindis... the Sapphire Princess of Areleia... you really are the sex slave of my dreams." A smile crept onto his lips. ... ********** ...From watching various performances by S, Roger discovered that these people didn't actually dislike Lyndis; they simply enjoyed humiliating and abusing the poor girl, as if she were a pornographic idol. In any case, this was the best opportunity to make the Seramanians re-evaluate him. Roger secretly glanced at the magic ring on his hand; with its help, he was certain everyone would look at him differently. By now, the hall was overflowing with people, and all eyes were fixed on the glass water tank in the center, about the height of two adults. The protagonist sat inside. Lyndis, dressed in delicate white lace lingerie, knelt against the tank, oblivious to the whispers and ridicule, her head bowed in submission, motionless. Just like her nickname, Lyndis was now displayed before the visitors like a precious sapphire, only this sapphire was meant to be desecrated. When the crowd was nearly full, Roger stood before the tank and gave a brief introduction, but he was embarrassed to find everyone's attention focused on the girl inside, not on him. He muttered a curse under his breath, then ordered two of his men to pour pre-filled water into the glass tank from above, stopping when the water reached Lyndis's lower abdomen. The pouring water landed directly on the girl, who remained motionless, silently enduring the drenching. The water soaked her completely, making her underwear transparent, which drew cheers from the crowd. Then came the main event. Roger snapped his fingers, and four men entered carrying a large basin. They climbed onto the shelf side by side and poured a basin of yellowish-green, viscous, gelatinous liquid into the same hole used to pour the water. This time, the moment the strange, gelatinous liquid touched Lyndis's body, the girl screamed. She tried to move aside in fright, but the space inside the tank was too small, and she quickly found herself with nowhere to retreat. She watched helplessly as the gelatinous liquid slowly flowed over her, like something alive, gradually enveloping most of her body. "What...what is this thing? It looks alive?" someone asked. "Of course, you guessed right. The creature in the jar is a slime. Now you all know what I mean." "A slime? How did such a lowly monster end up here?" "I brought it, of course." Seeing the people's surprise, Rogue was somewhat smug. "As everyone knows, slimes are soft-bodied creatures that feed on decaying matter from the earth and have evolved into various different forms. But one type has been influenced by dark magic, and they have begun to learn to suck the bodily fluids of women. We call them a kind of 'lust beast.'" "This... I've seen slimes before, but I've only heard of this type in legends," a mercenary said in surprise. "Hehe, so wouldn't you all like to see how this 'lust beast' mates with a woman? Aren't you all eager to see it?" Rogue was even more smug. Cheers erupted from below. Rogue slowly raised his right hand, chanting a magical incantation. Dark light flashed from the ring on his hand, and then the slime moved, the viscous liquid beginning to slowly writhe on the girl's body. "No, what is this? Quick, take it down!" Lindis was terrified upon seeing a real slime for the first time. With her hands bound, she could only tremble as she watched helplessly as the disgusting, slimy liquid slowly crawled over her entire body. "Please... let me go... it's so slippery... so disgusting!" Lindis instinctively resisted the strange sensation, but no matter how much she struggled, the slime continued its ascent, slowly invading her breasts. From the outside, it looked like a slime hunting performance was unfolding inside the vat, with the trapped girl as its prey. "Clothes... clothes are melting?!" Lindis screamed again, watching as a strange liquid seeped from the slime's body, corroding her clothes. Slowly, the clothes began to melt and be absorbed into the slime's body, but strangely, her own body remained unaffected. "How does it feel to be stripped naked by such a lowly creature as a slime, Princess Lyndis?" Roger joked with the girl, whose clothes were now tattered and nearly naked after being devoured by the slime. "Let me go! No, no!!!" Having just finished eating her clothes, the slime began to move again. This time, without her underwear to stop it, a part of the slime's body slowly slid into Lyndis's unprotected private parts. "Ah! Ah! Ah! It's in! It's slowly turning in! No, no!!" The girl screamed again. "No need to scream. The slime doesn't understand what you're saying. Only..." He was about to continue smugly when he realized the girl's screams were far louder than his. "Ah!!!! It squeezed in too! No, get out! It hurts so much!!!" Completely panicked, Lyndis was in a state of confusion and couldn't hear a word he said. The girl's eyes widened as if pierced by a foreign object. Curious onlookers turned their gaze to the bottom of the glass tank, where they could clearly see the yellowish-green substance enveloping the girl's anus, slowly, bit by bit, flowing into that narrow fleshy opening. Then, a milky-white, paste-like liquid secreted from the slime's translucent body, coating Lindis's flesh. Soon after, the girl's body reacted. "What...what is this?" Lindis hurriedly turned to Roger. "My body is so hot...could it be...?" "That's right, could it be?" Roger laughed. "You really are a bitch princess, reacting so quickly. Looks like you're quite used to aphrodisiacs." Faced with Roger's humiliation, Lindis didn't respond, her attention completely focused on her breasts. Two globs of yellowish-green liquid slowly formed a disc-like shape on her breasts, and then she felt a strange external force sucking at her nipples. "No, no, no...it...it's sucking me," Lindis said fearfully. “Enough with the explanations, we can all see it. We don’t need your explanations.” Roger smiled with satisfaction at the bewildered Lyndis. The enormous glass tank was displayed before everyone, allowing them to admire the girl’s body from every angle. They could clearly see Lyndis’s nipples being slowly sucked up and swollen by the disc, then the white milk flowing through a translucent tube into the slime’s body. The sight of the once noble and beautiful sapphire princess being publicly milked by a different species stirred everyone’s excitement. Roger could clearly see that everyone had a small tent under their crotch. “There’s more to come.” Roger clapped his hands. The slime, having finished sucking Lyndis’s milk, was noticeably larger than before. It lazily withdrew its grip from Lyndis’s breasts and shifted its weight entirely to the girl’s sensitive genitals. Then the girl began to scream again, but no matter how much she struggled and twisted, she couldn’t stop the slime’s intrusion. Slowly, her abdomen began to grow larger and larger. “What is it going to do with its whole body inside?” someone asked. "Foraging, female bodily secretions are this slime's favorite food," Roger explained. "First, she'll suck up all the vaginal fluid from Lyndis's vagina, then squeeze it, and secrete something like an enema, giving her the urge to defecate while simultaneously providing immense pleasure. When the female body can no longer endure this double torment of urge and pleasure and finally collapses, that's when the slime has its fill. Come on! Everyone, guess how long this bitch princess can hold out?" "This bitch is known for her endurance, I bet twenty minutes!" "No, that's too long, eighteen minutes." "Fifteen minutes!" Seeing the men actually using her incontinence as a bet, Lyndis couldn't help but shed hurt tears. She didn't know what she was really like in these people's eyes. She stood up as if trying to escape, fantasizing that gravity would stop the intruder, but the slime continued to burrow into her vagina. Lindis could feel the soft tissues constantly squeezing her intestinal walls, and the frictional pleasure from its peristaltic thrusting filled her entire body, making her almost unable to control herself; her body involuntarily released vaginal fluid. But this only served as the slime's appetizer; its body grew larger and larger, the pressure on her vaginal walls becoming increasingly intense, and the strong urge to defecate made her almost unbearably painful. Yet the slime remained motionless, blocking the entrance. "No, no, don't come in any further, it's going to break!!!" the girl cried out loudly. However, no one responded; the men present all held their breath, their eyes wide open, waiting for the final climax. Finally, Lyndis could no longer hold back. With a violent throbbing and a scream, a torrent of urine gushed from her lower body like a flood, mingling with the soft, yellowish-green slime as it fell into the water beneath her, splashing up colorful droplets that hit the girl's face. After her orgasm, Lyndis stood there, seemingly in a daze, staring blankly at the water beneath her feet, which she had just urinated on.The surface of the water, stained yellow with urine, remained motionless. The wide-open hole below continued to spew out the murky yellow liquid intermittently, and then suddenly… she collapsed. “What a thing, less than five minutes!” people murmured. …＊ ... “If my brother were here, I wouldn’t be afraid. But brother… Father, Mother, Sister, Renn, Asha, Jenny… They’re all dead, they’ve all changed, and I’m all alone in this world.” “I must be brave,” she reminded herself again. The weather was lovely today; the sun was warm and the breeze was gentle, making her feel comfortable and improving her mood. In fact, not only her mood, but her physical health had also improved. Since Lamia was transferred, her life had been better than before. Without Lamia as her protector, Marisa, though still bullying her, had to restrain herself considerably. They no longer forced her to have sex with commoners; she only occasionally had to serve wealthy noblemen. The new man was named Rogge, supposedly the son of Guild Master Balman. Lindis disliked him—lecherous, extravagant, ignorant, and somewhat clever, and his dark magic terrified her. He had even threatened to make her have sex with orc trolls, which nearly made her faint. To be fair, while Rogge wasn't a good person, he didn't possess the hysterical hatred Lamia had. Moreover, she could see ambition in the young man's eyes; he wanted to make a name for himself in Seraman with his cleverness and dark magic. But as for other things… she knew nothing. She had no friends here, no one to talk to. The three of them, Bronn, had avoided her since the tavern incident, and Reid had vanished without a trace. What had become of the outside world? What was the state of the war? She really wanted to know… Laubers gave her a week's rest, even allowing her to go out, which delighted the girl. They gave her a blue silk dress, but for safety's sake, Lyndis wore her own large brown cloak, wrapping herself completely inside. Wearing the clothes seemed to make her feel much more relaxed. She was no longer timid, and the stares of passersby no longer embarrassed her. Lyndis didn't suspect that Laubers had people watching her, but she didn't care, because she had no intention of meeting anyone; she just wanted to see. The girl skipped over the stone piers and crossed the water bridge. She first strolled around the slave market, but there were no auctions that day; the market was empty except for the clanging of cages against their chains. She had considered visiting the military camp, but ultimately abandoned the dangerous idea and turned towards the city walls. She nimbly climbed the walls, stood on tiptoe, and looked down at the vast desert landscape. The boundless sea of sand stretched out before her. Just then, a camel caravan entered the city, and Lindis stared wide-eyed at the strange artifacts they carried. After noon, she jumped down from the walls and ran to the sea. She stood in the harbor, watching the sailboats come and go, lost in thought, until the sailors urged her to leave. “My followers must be furious,” Lindis thought as she walked. As she passed the central square, a melodious song drifted over. Lindis had loved that song since childhood; it was said to be written by an unknown wandering minstrel, a joyful poet who composed this adventure poem based on his own journeys. He had traveled alone across deserts, over hills, through dense forests, dancing strange dances with strangers, eating unfamiliar foods, and seeing unseen sights. Every time she heard this song, her heart would soar. She walked across the street, following the sound. The singer was sitting on a stone bench, playing a wooden harp, surrounded by five or six pretty little girls making a noisy fuss. Then Lindis saw the singer's face. Undoubtedly, he was very handsome: slender and refined, with smooth skin, flowing hair, and a charming smile—and his eyes, the same color as her own.

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