mortal body

In a hazy, dreamlike state, the Demon Queen Istanza saw a swaying, indistinct image gradually becoming clearer.
A moment later, a thrilling scene unfolded before her: a tall, muscular man was brutally raping a woman with large breasts and a voluptuous bottom, her hands and feet bound in shackles.
This kind of SM-themed porn was Istanza's favorite, and it made her feel increasingly aroused. As the image became clearer and more realistic, the camera seemed to zoom in, until the Demon Queen could clearly see that the male and female leads in this short film were none other than Tirami and herself! Looking around, she realized it was a reenactment of the scene when the Demon Queen Istanza's virginity was taken by the hero Tirami years ago. Tirami's satisfied, wicked smile and her own conflicted expression of enjoyment and despair were both clearly visible.
This was her initial stirring of the heart, and her most vivid memory. In this enchanting dream, Istanza's body and soul were involuntarily drawn into a powerful resonance.
The emotions, the scene, and the beauty of that time were all branded into her memory. The heat within her was uncontrollable, and her aroused desire urgently needed release.
Outside the dream, Istanza's fair skin, which had not dimmed even against the pure white sheets of the God of Light, was now tinged with a faint pink, a symbol of passion.
Trapped in her erotic dream, unable to extricate herself, the Demon Queen's beautiful and sensual body writhed restlessly. Her long, slender legs, tightening and rubbing repeatedly, could no longer satisfy this wanton body.
Finally, Istanza's slender fingers, clad in long black leather gloves, began to move to fill the emptiness in her dream.
As the moans and cries of pleasure from Istanza, whose eyes had been covered by a black patent leather blindfold, grew louder, her left hand kneaded and squeezed her I-cup breasts hard, while her right index and middle fingers probed and thrust forcefully into her once again flowing vagina.
Under the suggestion and guidance of her erotic dream, the unconscious demon queen Istanza began to unconsciously and frantically masturbate.
In a matter of moments, she brought herself to orgasm, and in that gushing moment, the violent trembling of her body at the peak activated the bells on her nipples and clitoris that would discharge electricity at the slightest sound... And so, another wave of continuous orgasms quickly descended... Thus, a hellish cycle of debauchery began to form. The uncontrollable trembling during orgasm would cause her sensitive areas to be electrocuted again and again. Even during countless orgasms, there were inevitably a few times when she would be so exhausted that she would completely collapse and faint, preventing the bells from ringing again. But then, in her dazed state, Istanza would immediately enter another depraved dream in which she was the heroine. Attracted by the plot of the dream, the female demon would once again involuntarily begin to masturbate. Soon, the intense movements would activate the bells again, causing her to be electrocuted and forced into a new round of continuous orgasms...
Watching Istanza on the bed, trapped in this endless trap of debauchery, unable to extricate herself, completely unable to regain consciousness, only writhing her body like a sow in heat, moaning and constantly orgasming. The God of Light, Terofet, finally laughed with satisfaction: "Hmph...you foolish sow, this is your future destiny. From now on, you'll obediently become a plaything of the gods...hahahahaha..."
Saying this, Terofet reached out and humiliatingly slapped Istanza's beautiful face, which wore a foolish smile. Instead of resisting, Istanza instinctively stuck out her tongue to lick Terofet's hand, even sucking on his fingers. At the same time, Istanza's masturbation became more vigorous, emitting indistinct, seductive moans. Although most of his power was injected into the Demon Queen's body, Terofet, unable to bear the sight, gritted his teeth and mounted her, venting his pent-up desire on the constantly climaxing Istanza.
"Ugh..." After a long while, Istanza, freed from the cycle of erotic dreams and clicks, groaned softly as she gradually awoke from her unconsciousness. She found herself bound tightly with her hands behind her back, her entire body held firmly in Terofet's arms. Her thighs, genitals, breasts, and even her mouth were still covered in the essence of the God of Light's desire.
"Hmph, finally awake? You filthy, wanton demon. If I hadn't bound you, you would have been forever trapped in your evil fantasies,"
Terofet said disdainfully to Istanza, in a savior's tone.
"...Isn't this what you wanted? The eyeliner you applied to me seems to be a black eye mask that can be controlled to block my vision, and the eyeshadow is actually made up of hidden illusionary magic circles. Of course, the magic circles you personally drew are incredibly powerful. I think those forbidden nightmares I had after I fainted were also the effect of these magic circles, right? Hmph, truly remarkable. These dreams can extract the deepest parts of my memory and make my consciousness drown in them. And I must have triggered those electric shock devices because of my arousal, creating a continuous orgasm that I can never wake up from... You really prepared a very suitable gift for me. Well, you win. I can no longer resist you in this state.
So, Lord God of Light, are you going to imprison me in Sagaranka forever, or are you going to take me back to your heavenly realm in this state to show off this trophy to your useless subordinates?"
Istanza took a deep breath and calmly said to Terofite.
As soon as she regained consciousness, she immediately knew what had happened to her and quickly deduced the God of Light's sinister intentions towards her.
Istanza had somewhat anticipated being tricked, but she never imagined that the so-called embodiment of light and justice, the King of the Gods, could be so despicable, shameless, and evil as to exploit her trust to steal her blood and place such a vile magic circle on her body,
turning her into a wanton sow who only knew how to masturbate and ejaculate incessantly.
If the God of Light hadn't stabilized her body and bound her, she would have been unable to escape this shameful cycle.
Having said this, the Great Demon King Istanza stared blankly into the void with her beautiful eyes, unfocused.
She had given up hope and was prepared to drift along, because in this state, no matter how hard she tried or how many tricks she used, it would be useless. Terofet was not a small and laughable human; he was the strongest being in the heavens, a creation as perfect as herself. The Great Demon King, having been manipulated to the point of losing her ability to protect herself, knew that in front of him, her resistance and intimidation were meaningless.
Seeing his formidable enemy finally fall into the trap and have no chance of turning the tables, Terofet, who had intended to further humiliate and tease the Demon King, was instead gripped by a feeling of something clenching within him because of Istanza's desperate and helpless appearance. This strange feeling, which he had never experienced in his millennia of life, was so unfamiliar that when it appeared, the sarcasm and insults he was about to utter turned into clumsy words of comfort.
"You...look at yourself, you've become completely different from before.
Didn't we agree that I would help you complete your power enhancement as soon as possible? I can feel your energy becoming more solidified as you continue to fall. One day you will open the protective barrier that binds us for both the gods and demons...Alright, stop looking so lifeless. You know we are both eternal beings, and nothing in this world can sway our will...Come, look at the makeup I did for you. How is it? Isn't it perfect?"
There was a gentleness in the God of Light's tone that he himself didn't realize. He casually conjured a mirror made of light elements in the void, allowing Istanza to see her face, which was made even more outstanding by the makeup.
At this moment, Terofet disliked Istanza's self-destructive attitude, which was so different from before. He was still more used to his evil, savage, manic, yet always energetic nemesis.
The woman in the mirror possessed an exquisitely beautiful face. Her already delicate features were made even more defined by the elaborate makeup, seemingly amplifying her naturally alluring and seductive charm.
Istanza's beauty didn't actually need makeup to enhance it, but after Terofite's meticulous styling, the demon queen's original aura became even more mysterious and noble, further igniting men's curiosity and desire to conquer.
For a fleeting moment, Istanza was captivated by her reflection, unable to comprehend whether the legendary, high-ranking king of the heavens was actually a highly skilled makeup artist. The Demon King reflected on himself, realizing that besides his primary profession as the Demon King, his only other skill was the tricks he learned in brothels to please men… Istanza's pride was once again wounded. The leader of the gods was not only proficient in combat, politics, strategy, magic, and alchemy, but also possessed vast knowledge and was omnipotent. Now, judging by his exceptional makeup skills, this guy seemed to truly be as omnipotent as the rumors suggested.
Meanwhile, she, the Demon King, was only skilled in fighting, and her only other skill was in bed.
What devastated her most was that her fighting abilities were temporarily crippled, leaving her with only one option: to be ridden.
"It's truly beautiful, but this beautiful makeup is a shackle that imprisons my freedom... What good is beauty? It only makes others covet me more. When I still possessed power, none of this mattered, but now, hmph, these things will only make my life in the human world more miserable and wretched.
Terofet, I no longer want to delve into your thoughts. No matter how you deal with me, I will no longer resist... Congratulations, you've won. Let's settle our grudges of thousands of years like this. You've successfully avenged yourself for how I treated you before... The wiser you have finally defeated me. Come, I'll release the guards on my soul and do with it as you please..."
Istanza closed her eyes, tears streaming down her pale face.
In the soul world, the Demon King's soul, confronting Terofet with countless wings of light unfurled behind him, shrank his body, which was larger than the God King, until it became a female body the same size as Istanza herself, composed of flames, smoke, and black lightning.
"You...you, you really surrender like this? Do you know what the consequences of doing this are? In this undefended state, as long as I put the shackles on your soul, you will be forever under my control, enslaved by me, and become my puppet..."
The God of Light was completely taken aback. Clearly, his opponent's surrender caught him off guard.
"Yes! I've had enough! I'm going to be humiliated and abused no matter what, I can't escape! Ever since I came here, I've been constantly humiliated, imprisoned, and raped, and now I'm like this! I give up. Who knows how long it will take for me to increase my power to the point of breaking the protective barrier? Since I'm going to be bullied anyway, what's the difference between being someone's slave! Hmph, after all, being your slave is much better than being played with by those ant-like humans! What are you still hesitating for? Before I change my mind..."
Istanza opened her eyes and glared angrily at the hesitant Terofet. She screamed at the stunned God of Light with almost all her might, her tears causing Terofet's heart to ache even more.
The opportunity was rare. Although the God of Light was wary that this might be a trap set by the Great Demon King to severely damage his soul, Terofet's sudden collapse and the breaking of his defenses forced him to take the risk.
The wings of light behind Terofet's soul form transformed into pale golden ribbons, slowly climbing up to Istanza's soul, gradually binding and entangling it.
Finally, even Terofet, the God of Light, could hardly believe he had completed the binding of the Great Demon King Istanza's soul. Gazing at the Demon King's soul, bound tightly like a golden cocoon, the King of Gods trembled. From this soul he had restrained and controlled, he sensed a soul power far greater than his own.
This power was so immense that he doubted whether he possessed the ability to control it.
"...Istanza, although I don't know why you suddenly submitted to me...but, my dear, don't be sad. I will take good care of you. Thank you for choosing to trust me. Everything from before is wiped clean...Now, you belong to me, I possess you, forever..."
The moment of happiness came so suddenly that even the wise God of Light was somewhat incoherent.
At this moment, he finally realized that the opponent who had once been his greatest threat had become his pet. Having her soul controlled meant losing all freedom. From now on, the Demon King Istanza would be his plaything-like possession.
For some reason, the God of Light felt little joy at this thought. Instead, he pulled Istanza into his arms, wiping away her tears and softly comforting her in her ear.
Istanza buried her face in Terofet's chest, crying even harder. Her sobs were so intense that even Terofet, whose soul was practically intertwined with hers, felt a lump in his throat. Finally, after much kissing, hugging, and coaxing, he managed to stop the Demon King from crying.
"Are you feeling better, darling… Where do you want to go next?"
Terofet asked, looking at Istanza, still with tears in her eyes and pouting cutely, with a slight headache. He felt something was off about the current situation. The Demon King, who should have been his slave, seemed to have become his master. Not only did he have to grovel and coax her, but to make the Demon Queen happy, he also seemed to have to constantly go along with her wishes. Despite the absurdity, the God of Light didn't seem to dislike this feeling.
"I've already been put in this state by you, and my soul is under your control. What choice do I have but to go back to the Heavenly Realm with you? Show off to your stupid subordinates, after all, you are the only god to have captured the Demon King..."
Istanza complained to Terofite in a low voice, her face full of grievance. Her pouty little face made the God of Light feel hot all over, and he couldn't wait to flip over and ride her again.
Just as Terofet, guided by Istanza, was becoming somewhat obsessed with becoming the first god to tame the Demon King and preparing to take this unique trophy back to Heaven to flaunt it before imprisoning and toying with it permanently, his instinct for caution, maintained for millennia, finally kept him from losing his composure amidst the Demon Queen's intricate and hidden temptations.
He suddenly realized that everything that was happening was too sudden, and could his soul power truly control Istanza's soul, which was far more powerful than his own? If he, believing himself to be foolproof, brought the Great Demon Queen Istanza to Heaven like this, what would be the final outcome if something went wrong...?
After a moment of contemplation, Terofet laughed. He looked down at Istanza, who was tightly bound and whose face showed an unnatural expression as he smiled, and finally understood; he had almost been fooled by this vile woman again. Bringing her to Heaven would inevitably lead to the downfall of his own god race, and it was not impossible that the entire Heaven would be destroyed by this terrifying female demon.
Without the constraints of the Creator God's barrier, Istanza would certainly have a way to break free of the seal limiting her magical power, and she would also be able to absorb the divine power she had injected. Then, the Demon King, whose power was unleashed to an almost superhuman level, would naturally also be able to break free of his own soul's shackles, and through the connection between their souls, use a soul power far stronger than his own to counterattack.
Thinking of this, Terofet pinched Istanza's straight nose and said with a smile, "My little darling, that won't do~.
Istanza, you've become more cunning than before. Before, you wouldn't stoop to such tricks, preferring to solve all problems directly with the power to destroy everything."
"Hmph, if I were to take you back to the Celestial Realm, I'm afraid our world of gods would soon be corrupted and destroyed by you, wouldn't it? Fortunately, your soul power is too strong, so strong that I've begun to doubt whether I can truly control you with my own soul power, which is why I discovered your conspiracy.
"
As the God of Light spoke, he punished Istana by roughly kneading her high, round breasts, and in just a few strokes, the female demon queen could only groan and beg for mercy.
"Hehe~... Okay, okay, stop torturing me, I give up... You're still as clever as ever, old friend. Humph, who told you to trick me like this first? Look at the state you've made of me, it's even hard for me to get out of bed and move around freely. I've already been bullied so badly by humans, and you still want to treat me like this... Let me tell you, I'm not doing this anymore, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just staying here, and don't even think about me removing the barrier, humph! Anyway, Sagaranka is nothing to us demons.
Come on, come on, keep playing with me, my body always needs to be satisfied~..."
As soon as Istana saw that her scheme had been exposed, she immediately changed her tune and started shamelessly acting like a spoiled brat. She was ready to quit without a care in the world, defiantly raising her head and shamelessly begging for pleasure from the God of Light.
"You! You...aren't you going to have a baby? I can play with you in bed for ten thousand years without a problem, but the baby in your belly is in danger. After all, it's just an ordinary human child."
Terofet patted Istanza's belly, reminding her that she was now pregnant and needed to be responsible, not so shameless.
"Uh...you've made me almost forget about it...okay, since you've put me in this state, you have to take responsibility. From now on, you'll serve me until I successfully give birth to the child and raise it. And I'll reluctantly allow you to play the father..."
The God of Light's reminder was clearly effective. Istanza immediately stopped fussing. Then, she rolled her eyes and suddenly smiled at the God of Light.
She wanted to rely on the God of Light and have the King of Heaven serve her during childbirth.
However, the God of Light, Terofet, who had been eager to become a father, resolutely refused to take over and retaliated by equipping Istanza with even more bizarre gadgets. Golden earrings could soften under someone else's control and transform into earplugs, drilling into the female demon's ears and depriving her of hearing.
A black nose hook, integrated with the entire suit of equipment, would hook onto the female demon's nostrils and flip upwards when the restraints were summoned, twisting Istanza's beautiful face into a grotesque sow's head. The hook would also release hypnotic gas under control, causing the female demon to instantly lose consciousness and fall into a deep sleep. This gas was not poisonous, but rather a calming gas condensed by the God of Mystic Arts to help him enter a deep meditative state more quickly—a substance used to aid in cultivation. Therefore, the great demon's already chaotic body was unable to resist it.
Istanza's sexy little mouth was also given special attention. A soft, gelatinous substance attached to the base of her tongue was inserted into the demoness's mouth. Normally, it had no effect, but when activated under control, it would transform into various forms according to the controller's needs. It could become a hollow, black gag with holes, forcing Istanza to drool and whimper; it could become a round dental tray to stretch her mouth into an O-shape for easier oral sex; or it could become a hollow gag in the shape of a large, phallus for direct deep-throating feeding.
These decorations were connected to other sadomasochistic equipment on the demoness's body that were no longer under her control, and could all be uniformly taken over and dominated by the controller.
Finally, Terofet used divine magic to concentrate the control methods of all these evil artifacts onto a single control device. This device was a palm-sized golden doll, identical in appearance to Istanza, covered in mysterious and obscure magic circles. Anyone who touched this control device would immediately have the instruction manuals for Istanza's equipment enter their mind. In other words, whoever obtained this doll could take control of Istanza's body.
Although Istanza expressed strong dissatisfaction and made serious protests to Terofet during the equipment adjustment process, after the God of Light stroked the doll's exquisitely carved, plump vulva between its legs and the small anus behind its pert buttocks, the demon queen, who had instantly lost control of her bladder and bowels and was forced to experience multiple orgasms, immediately became obedient. After recovering, she was deeply defeated and resigned, no longer daring to disobey Terofet's discipline.
"Old friend...you've done this to me and you're not even taking care of me. How am I supposed to survive in the human world? Forget about whether I can walk like this, I'm afraid I'll be captured and turned into a sex toy by anyone I encounter..."
The female demon, exhausted from the torture, weakly complained as she watched the God of Light bind her legs together again, leaving only about 10 centimeters of chain connecting the shackles at her ankles.
"Hmm...that's what you should be thinking about. Anyway, the more you're bullied, the faster your strength will increase, so it doesn't matter, right?"
Terofet gave Istanza one last thorough check of her restraints, patting the female demon's large, white breasts with a mocking tone.
"You...uh! Uh uh..."
Istanza wanted to say something more, but Terofet activated her mouth gag. Instantly, a black gag, with countless holes on its surface and black leather straps connecting the edges, tightened behind the female demon's head, choking all her words into her throat.
"Alright, stop talking... Stop looking at me like that. How dare you glare at me like that..."
Terofet reveled in the humiliating sight of the female demon's crimson lips being gagged, drool uncontrollably dripping onto her enormous breasts, and laughed gleefully.
Then he activated the visual deprivation array, instantly transforming Istanza's black eyeliner into a black latex eyepatch, its ends connected by black leather straps.
Simultaneously, the nose hooks were activated, instantly binding Istanza's stunningly beautiful face with black leather straps, hooking up her upturned nostrils, transforming the already tightly bound female demon into a sow-like sex toy.
"My dear old friend, while you can still hear, I must bid you farewell for now.
Although I'm extremely reluctant to take you back to my world to torment you forever, it's clearly not the right time for either of us... This control device is attached to your collar; if you want to remove these restraints, you'll need another human to help you.
I'll come see you again when I have time. Well, have fun, goodbye..."
Terofet stuck out his tongue, greedily licking Istanza's nose and cheeks, and finally reluctantly biting and sucking on the demon queen's sensitive earlobe a few times before reluctantly saying goodbye. The
activated ear ornaments immediately turned into earplugs, depriving Istanza of her last remaining hearing ability.
The God of Light finally helped Istanza up, allowing her to stand up with difficulty, and took a deep look at Istanza, who was helplessly writhing her full and sexy body, emitting suppressed sobs. Her body gradually blurred, and a moment later, along with the surrounding temple, turned into specks of light and disappeared into the void. When the God of Light's spatial domain opened, Istanza, after an unknown amount of time, appeared in the wilderness where she had met Terofet.
Istanza's condition was now ten times worse than when she first arrived on the continent of Sagaranka. Her powerless body was tightly bound, her thighs and knees were tied together with shackles, and she could only walk on her toes. The stride between her feet in her high-heeled leather boots was less than 10 centimeters.
With her arms and hands bound behind her back, she could only maintain a chest-out posture. The excitement from the bondage caused her body to vibrate violently within her vagina due to the copious amounts of her vaginal fluids, making the demoness tremble uncontrollably. These slight tremors activated the electric shock rings on her nipple and clitoral rings, causing her to secrete even more fluids and her nipples to uncontrollably drip milk.
Her senses were shut off, plunging her into a world of debauchery. Her body became even more sensitive, and the magic circle on her eyeshadow began to activate in the darkness, forcing Istanza to watch a restricted SM film where she was the protagonist without blinking, like wearing VR glasses…
“Ugh…” Her entire body felt like it was burning, and Istanza, almost unable to move, hovered on the verge of orgasm every second.
The intense stimulation coursing through her body made her weak. The Demon Queen lasted less than 20 seconds before being defeated by the torment of pleasure brought on by the evil devices. She collapsed to the ground, the crisp ringing of the bells delivering even more cruel electric shocks to her most sensitive areas.
After desperately welcoming another round of hellish climax, Istanza completely lost consciousness. The continuous, humiliating release once again utterly defeated the Demon Queen.
In the cold wind, Istanza's beautiful, trembling body lay sprawled in the wilderness, awaiting her new master to rescue her from the sea of desire…
She didn't know how much time had passed when she awoke to find her blindfold removed. Opening her eyes, she no longer saw the sky of the wilderness, but rather what appeared to be the top of a tent.
"Ugh…" Istanza found her mouth still gagged, but the gag had changed from a ball gag to an O-shaped gag. The taste of the man's semen in her mouth stimulated her nasal cavity, giving the Demon Queen a surge of excited heat. She tried to move her body, only to find her hands still bound behind her back, though her legs were now untied. The vibrating dildo, emitting a faint buzzing sound, was still inserted in her vagina, but the congealed fluid on her thighs and around her opening told her what had happened to her not long ago.
"I've been raped again... But there's nothing I can do about being played with in this state. At least I'm finally free from that terrible orgasm hell... Huh? This..."
Istanza muttered softly, and after recovering slightly, she slowly and laboriously tried to kneel up from the soft blankets and bedding beneath her.
She found herself in a thick, spacious tent. From the expensive, soft blankets and the household items in the corners of the tent, the Demon Queen deduced that the tent's owner must be extremely wealthy.
Just as she was about to get up and leave to check her surroundings, she discovered that the control device that Terofet had custom-made for her was gone from her collar. In its place was a chain, one end attached to the collar, the other to a hook-shaped nail driven into the ground.
The demoness tried to struggle, but found that with her current strength, she was no match for the tent.
Helpless, Istanza could only kneel down in despair, waiting for the tent's owner to appear. Only then did she realize that her neck, breasts, and face were covered in a lot of pungent male semen, indicating that the
owner of the tent had repeatedly satisfied his lust on her sexy and alluring body while she was unconscious. Istanza, filled with uncertainty about her future, didn't have to wait long before the tent's owner entered and appeared before the demoness. This was a young man, probably only twenty years old, dressed in an elegant, loose robe, with brown hair and a thin build. His handsome face was pale from excessive indulgence. Clearly, like most men, he had found it difficult to remain calm after seeing Istanza, exhausting himself with the release of his desires. But none of that mattered. What surprised Istanza most was that she felt she had seen this young man somewhere before.
The vaguely familiar face made the demoness stare at him with wide, beautiful eyes, but she couldn't recall where she had seen him before, or even his name. Istanza even suspected that perhaps the recent abuse and rape had impaired her memory.
"Meeting you here is truly a blessing from heaven, my beautiful Istanza. Do you remember me?"
the young man greeted with a smile, stepping forward. He held the doll-shaped control device in his hand, skillfully retracting Istanza's gag, freeing her drooling, slurred mouth.
"Ugh... Thank you, you, you are... I must have seen you before, but I'm sorry, I really can't remember..."
Istanza moved her small mouth, answering somewhat apologetically.
"How sad, I've been thinking about the smell of your beautiful body and your adorable performance in bed ever since I met Ms. Istanza at the Rose Kiss... Well, it's not your fault, after all, Ms. Istanza is too popular in the brothel, she has to receive many customers every day, it's normal that she can't remember my name.
Moreover, for a lewd bitch like Ms. Istanza, whose whole body has been modified into a sex toy, the reduction and weakening of intelligence and will is also an important step in the modification, because female slaves who exist as sex toys don't need much thinking ability."
The young man took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sticky filth from the female demon's face and chest, but his mouth was shamelessly humiliating Istanza, whose body was bound and could only be manipulated by him.
"Perhaps you were indeed a client I served when I worked in a brothel, and my body was indeed transformed into a pathetic sex toy, but all of that is over.
I am no longer a slave or a prostitute; I am free, so please respect me… Ah~ Uh~! No, no! Don't! Uh~ Ahhh~…"
From the young man's words, Istanza knew that this person was someone who had paid for her services at Rose Kiss. She tried to communicate with him, begging him to release her from these damned constraints.

So, the Demon Queen took a deep breath and expressed in a calm yet serious tone that she was now a free person who had been redeemed.
But before she could finish speaking, her urethra was suddenly forced open by the evil device that Terofet had inserted. Accompanied by the deadly, intense stimulation from her incredibly sensitive urethra, Istanza, who had involuntarily lost control of her bladder, was immediately forced to ejaculate.
Tears streamed down her face, her small mouth involuntarily opening and her tongue lolling out, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. This shameful, climax-like expression instantly shattered the seriousness of the demon queen's beautiful face.
After Istanza, forced to urinate, recovered from her daze, the richly dressed young man waved the control device in his hand at the disheveled red-haired woman, smiling as he asked, "Now do you know what you are? Beautiful lady...?"
"I...I am a slutty bitch, a flesh toilet... Waaah..."
Istanza lowered her head, whispering in humiliation. At this moment, the demon queen, overwhelmed by bitterness and sorrow, finally couldn't help but weep. Her shameful life of constant rape and abuse, devoid of self-respect, filled Istanza with despair and inferiority regarding the unknown future.
"That's the answer a qualified female slave should give~ Let me introduce myself again; I am Roger
Baker , the most successful slave trader in Sorafa and the entire North.
It is an honor that Ms. Isa, the Ruby of Agalic, has joined my slave trading caravan, of course, as a female slave.
Ms. Isa, as a slave, don't fantasize about freedom anymore. Given that you still have a certain degree of self-respect and a spirit of resistance, my assistants and I will give you a more thorough training so that you can better serve your new master after you are sold."
The young slave trader Roger gazed at the red-haired woman before him, whose even in tears radiated a captivating sensuality that ignited lust in men. His excitement was almost uncontrollable. He knew that an opportunity to realize his long-held dream lay within this stunningly beautiful slave girl.
According to his intelligence, if he delivered this woman to that powerful figure, his wish would likely be fulfilled with his help.
But before that, to ensure the safety and quality of this "commodity," and to provide the buyer with the most attentive service, he had to completely destroy Istanza's individuality, turning her into a mere sex toy.
"...You, I remember now...you're the slave trader who tortured and abused me all night...Who are you going to sell me to? I'm free now, please let me go, I...I can serve you, play all your games, just please, kind Mr. Roger, please let me leave, I really have things I must do, I can't be someone else's plaything anymore...Come, I'll make you happy now..."
Istanza looked up in terror. She remembered that this young client had given her an unforgettable night at Rose Kiss.
Although that all-night torture game had brought her pleasure, it was clear that encountering a slave trader who specialized in dealing with women was a terrible thing.
Because in the face of humans who made a living by capturing and trading slaves, the powerless female demon king had no chance of escape whatsoever.
Upon learning that she was about to be sold again, in order to save her unborn child, Istanza could only kneel frantically before Roger, begging and pleading. To please him, she shamelessly strained her head, laboriously pulling open the young merchant's robe with her mouth, carefully taking his now somewhat limp penis into her mouth, diligently licking and sucking it, hoping to use her body to move him and make him let her go.
"Hmm... truly a skilled, shameless prostitute, her oral skills are truly remarkable..."
Roger enjoyed Istanza's service with pleasure, his own penis becoming erect again from her ministrations.
So, while insulting and mocking the red-haired woman who was diligently serving him, he lay back on the cushion and pulled the vibrator out of Istanza's vagina.
The female demon, already extremely familiar with men, immediately knelt down, using her plump, juicy vulva to clamp the young human's penis, slowly lowering herself. She waited until her abundantly secreting, folded vulva embraced it tightly before bending down and twisting her slender waist. The frequency increased from gentle to rapid, and the clamping force gradually intensified. As she twisted, Istanza, who was even taller than Roger, could use her large, full, slightly sagging breasts to cover his face, gently squeezing.
The slave trader, though young, possessed exceptionally rich experience in dealing with women. Roger had slept with women from almost anywhere on the continent, had engaged in sexual relations with noble ladies and young women, and even had women of orc, dwarf, and elf races who had unfortunately fallen into his hands and been played with.
But at this moment, he was once again certain that the goddess-like, noble, beautiful, yet alluring and seductive beauty before him was absolutely the best of the best, the most perfect woman he had ever seen. A few months ago, Roger's business partner recommended that he visit a brothel called "Rose Kiss" in Agalic City and sleep with a new prostitute. His friend vouched for her reputation, saying the red-haired prostitute was far superior to any female slave he had ever sold. Skeptical of his friend's claims, Roger finally succumbed to curiosity and went to the brothel.
Unexpectedly, that encounter opened his eyes. The red-haired prostitute's appearance and figure were unlike anything he had ever seen before; her seductive charm in bed alone was enough to drive any man mad. Moreover,
the slave trader, who habitually enjoyed torturing and training women, was astonished to discover, while playing forbidden games with the red-haired prostitute, that she possessed an exceptionally masochistic constitution. Not only had almost every organ in her body been modified and developed, but she also had a terrifying characteristic: no matter how much torture and abuse she endured, she would never be harmed.
Later, through Roger's deliberate inquiries, he learned that this prostitute had once been a formidable Heavenly Realm expert, but after being defeated by her enemies, she sealed away all her power and became a slave prostitute. Her true age was already that of a middle-aged woman.
At that time, Roger knew that this eternally youthful and indestructible "meat toy" was an absolute priceless treasure in the slave market.
He even negotiated with Safina, the owner of "Rose Kiss," hoping to buy "Agaric's Ruby"
for , but was refused.
Later, the unwilling slave traders repeatedly hired highly skilled mercenaries and thieves to try and kidnap Istanza.
But all those sent out never returned. Finally, after he paid a high price and used his connections to hire Garracio, the president of the Thieves' Guild's Sorapa branch, known as the number one assassin of the Northern Continent, the mission failed. Garracio, who barely escaped with injuries, told him that unless their guild's president—"
The Vanisher" Simon Alai—personally intervened, no thief in the world could abduct the person from the beautiful brothel owner. Even the assassin-level Sorapa branch president was utterly devastated to encounter a madam with Heavenly Rank strength in a brothel…
Safina's terrifyingly powerful strength was a real blow to the slave trader. He could only fantasize about one day crippling that damned female owner and turning her into a slave, to be brutally humiliated and abused by him. There were only a handful of Heavenly Rank experts on the entire continent; who would have thought that one of them would run a brothel? After that, Roger, still resentful, sent men to be stationed in Agalic to monitor the red-haired prostitute, while he himself continued to focus on his business.
Until a few days ago, a shocking piece of news emerged from the slave black market. After confirming its authenticity, Roger could no longer remain calm. He gathered all his men, organizing dozens of slave-hunting teams, and they headed towards Agalic separately. He was determined to find the rumored missing red-haired woman, no matter the cost.
However, he didn't expect that, perhaps due to the blessings of the Seven Gods, the slave-hunting teams, prepared to search the entire Northern Continent, discovered Istanza, bound tightly and unconscious from repeated orgasms caused by the evil instruments used on her body, just hours earlier outside a forest.
Thinking of this, the ambitious slave trader could no longer suppress the overwhelming stimulation in his body. With an excited murmur, Roger poured his last remaining essence into Istanza's tight, wet vagina. The surge of heat erupting from the man's body immediately relieved the already overly sensitive demoness, who was experiencing mini-orgasms with every hip movement, sending her to the peak of ecstasy as well. From her overflowing orifice, several times more fluid than the man's semen mixed with his essence and seeped out from their joined bodies. Temporarily
stunned and unconscious from her orgasm, Istanza slumped weakly against Roger, but the young human, still unsatisfied, had no intention of letting the demoness go.
Roger smiled and touched the chest area of the puppet-shaped control device with his finger. The bells on her nipples immediately activated, unleashing the highest-level electric attack magic on Istanza's incredibly sensitive nipples. Because the magic circle was directly activated by the divine power of light injected into Istanza's body, the magic's intensity was equivalent to the Great God of Light casting a spell himself.
The electric shock to her most sensitive area caused the utterly miserable Istanza to immediately straighten up, throw her head back, and scream.
Milky white milk gushed forth like blooming flowers, and the exhausted and thirsty slave trader quickly grabbed the trembling breasts of the female demon queen, savoring the sweet and delicious milk of Istanza.
Unexpectedly, the power contained within the demon queen's milk immediately intoxicated Roger, making him unable to extricate himself. Enjoying it immensely, he sat up and gripped the enormous breasts, which were too large to be held in one hand, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, sucking greedily like a baby…
"Ah… ah… uh, please, please be gentle… ah~! Don't, don't bite there… please… sob…"
Slowly regaining consciousness, Istanza realized she was being groped and suckled again, but now she was helpless and could only moan and beg for mercy. However, after Roger bit her nipple, she dared not say anything more, only whimpering and sobbing softly in grievance.
After losing her physical strength, her spirit gradually weakened. After enduring repeated humiliation and torment, Istanza began to slowly lose the confidence and pride of being the Demon King, her words and actions becoming increasingly like those of a truly frail woman.
"Tsk tsk… Excuse me, your milk is just too delicious, it made me a little carried away.
Hmm… I feel like I'm brimming with boundless energy now… Hehehe, even just selling this magically potent milk could probably make me a fortune…"
Roger marveled at the changes in his body. He was a complete failure in both martial arts and magic, his strength on par with a gem merchant—almost negligible.
But this didn't hinder his awareness of the changes in his body. Having been weak and sickly since childhood, Roger now felt as if all his old ailments had vanished instantly, replaced by a vibrant and vigorous energy.
"...Then, then I can give you lots of my milk. Squeeze out as much as you want. My breasts have been modified to be like a cow's, so I have plenty of milk. Just let me go, please! I have important things to do. Don't sell me to anyone else... Was it good just now? I can serve you a few more times. Don't you like those sadomasochistic games? I can play those with you, just let me leave in the end...
Waaah~ Waaah!"
Before Istanza could finish speaking, a gag suddenly appeared in her mouth, interrupting her.
She could only stare wide-eyed in terror and helplessness, waiting for this young human to decide her future.
"Oh, Auntie Isa, you must be older than my mother, right? Don't be as naive as those clueless little girls. There
seem to be some things you don't know, so let me explain. About three days ago, a powerful figure issued a secret notice in the slave market: whoever captures Lady Isa and delivers her to the bounty hunter's residence in Newport City, the capital of the Ibis Empire, can exchange her for three opportunities: First, unimaginable wealth. Second
, a hereditary noble status granted by the Ibis royal family.
Third, becoming the disciple of the strongest person on the continent, thereby improving one's own strength under their guidance and receiving their protection."
"For me, wealth and power are meaningless, but becoming a nobleman in the Ibis Empire, the strongest nation on the continent, would allow me to escape the lowly status of a slave trader and unleash my abilities on a higher platform.
With noble status, I can meet and curry favor with those high-ranking figures, expand my business, and ultimately become the richest person in the world..."
The ambitious slave trader Roger explained to Istanza with some excitement. He had sketched out his future plans countless times in his mind, and all that remained was to take each step steadily towards realizing his dream.
The first step in this grand ambition was to brainwash Istanza into a sex slave who had completely lost her personality and self-respect, and then safely escort her to that powerful figure.
"Waaah! Waaah!" Istanza became extremely agitated after hearing Roger's words. She struggled desperately, but couldn't move her tightly bound body an inch. Her eyes wide and face pale, she frantically shook her head at Roger, tears streaming down her beautiful, despairing face. Even her mouth, gagged and unable to speak, leaked saliva uncontrollably.
The Demon Queen's heart ached again for that person. If that person had offered her even a little warmth she craved, the lazy and unambitious Istanza wouldn't have ultimately chosen such drastic measures to leave Tirami. The Demon Queen was inherently cold-hearted and selfish, lazy and unrestrained in her indulgence. The jewel merchant Orico, who had genuinely cared for her, died because of her, but Istanza's inexplicable affection for Tirami prevented the Demon Queen from seeking revenge. It's worth noting that Istanza could have easily killed him in her outburst.
The Demon Queen tolerated Tiramiz out of her own affections, yet she was willing to sacrifice her own body to create a mortal form capable of carrying the gem merchant's flawless soul, all to help him be reborn.
Istanza naively hoped to use Tiramiz's superior genes to propagate her own human offspring. Ensuring the child's exceptional talent was secondary; the primary concern was that even a mortal child would have a safe and privileged upbringing due to their father's status.
For this, the Demon Queen even abandoned her pride and principles, deciding to become a hidden slave to the hero Tiramiz.
However, she never imagined that under the strict hierarchical system of the human world, even this humblest wish would be impossible to fulfill. When Istanza learned that her newborn child, defenseless and unable to protect themselves, would be rejected by its father and potentially disposed of like trash, the utterly disillusioned Demon Queen finally made her decision. She dealt a severe blow to the scoundrel hero and chose to raise the child in her womb independently.
But what Istanza didn't anticipate was that the appearance of the God of Light, Terofite, would severely impact her future life. Having lost even the ability to protect herself, and essentially becoming penniless, the Demon Queen's plan to raise her child alone became incredibly difficult.
Desperate, the Demon Queen even considered finding a remote human town to return to her old ways as a prostitute to earn money for her future child.
However, her overly sensitive and promiscuous body, modified by the horrific evil artifacts adorning her, made it impossible for her to move. Shortly after leaving the God of Light, she collapsed and was discovered and captured by Roger's search party.
At this moment, Istanza gained a deeper understanding of the vast difference in social status between herself and Tiramisu in this world. In the world of Sagaranka, she was nothing more than a lowly female slave at the very bottom of society, vulnerable to all kinds of abuse.
The mere words uttered by the human hero she had severely wounded were treated as sacred decrees by merchants and mercenaries across the continent. A single wanted poster circulating only in the underground slave black market was enough for Istanza to know that she would likely never escape Tiramiz's grasp.
In the harsh reality of this world, Tiramiz could strip Istanza of her right to live freely with just a few words.
"Hmph, I don't care what grudge you hold against Lord Tiramiz that makes you so resistant to him. But rest assured, in my hands, Aunt Istanza, you will soon become an obedient slave, a sow forever indulging in your own lust..."
Roger grabbed Istanza's long, blood-red hair, forcing her face close to his before whispering in the demon queen's ear. The slave trader was confident he could mold the demon queen into the most fun and obedient sex toy in the world, thereby gaining the favor of the unattainable Lord Tiramiz.
Whether genuinely frightened by the slave trader's words or for some other reason, Istanza, who had been struggling and agitated moments before, gradually quieted down, her long, alluring eyes now only filled with numbness and exhaustion. The Demon Queen knew she had no chance of escaping the slave trader's clutches; any resistance or pleading would be futile. She finally gave up, becoming like a puppet, allowing herself to be manipulated.
Roger saw Istanza stop struggling, her eyes becoming dull and lifeless, and he knew this woman had fallen into despair.
This, ironically, helped his plan. The clever slave trader, unlike ordinary humans, wouldn't be fooled by Istanza's appearance and lower his guard.
Roger had learned from intelligence that the continent's strongest man, Tirami, had once seized this seemingly weak and harmless beauty from the jewel merchant Orico, whom he knew, through a duel, but something had later happened that caused Tirami to lose this prize.
Rumor has it that the powerful Lord Tiramiz had engaged in a fierce battle not far from Agalic City, losing his Royal Griffin and suffering severe injuries. He returned to Agalic, recuperating for a full day in the city's church before boarding an airship back to Ibis.
Combining this with the information previously obtained about Istanza's origins, Roger astutely deduced that Istanza might not have completely lost her fighting ability, allowing her to take advantage of Tiramiz's carelessness to launch a sneak attack, severely injure him, and escape.
When he found Istanza unconscious, tortured by the binding and sadistic devices, his mage told him that each piece of the woman's sex toys was at least a priceless artifact of divine quality, and that no external force could remove them from the host; only the metal doll hanging around the woman's neck could control them.
This meant that the evil devices on the woman were things that restricted the host's power, and Istanza's punishment for forcibly using her power was activating these SM devices, plunging her into an endless hell of desire.
While his deduction wasn't entirely accurate, he had guessed Istanza's weakness with remarkable precision.
Therefore, to prevent Istanza from ever harming the slave traders' future allies, he had to completely incapacitate her.
Roger had his henchmen and brokers recently test the physical strength of a Heavenly Rank expert while Istanza was unconscious. The results showed that neither blades imbued with battle aura nor various types of black magic could inflict the slightest damage on her sexy and supple body.
Since her body was invulnerable, the only option was to attack her mind. Roger planned to exploit Istanza's fatal weakness—her body had been modified to be exceptionally sensitive and unable to control her desires—to completely destroy the Demon Queen's will, turning her into a wanton sex slave who only submitted to her physical desires.
"Gentlemen! Our Lady Istanza has finally regained consciousness! To celebrate her recovery, I'm now preparing a celebratory banquet! Come... which gentleman would be willing to help our banquet's protagonist to the seat I've specially prepared for her?"
When slave trader Roger pulled Istanza's collar chain, leading her—dressed in standard sadomasochistic attire, her hands tightly bound behind her back, staggering and disheveled—out of the tent, the irresistibly alluring and sexy female demon immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the camp. Men with gleaming eyes and faces filled with lust rushed forward.
Upon hearing Roger's words, a noisy and enthusiastic cheer erupted in the camp; they naturally knew what their leader's so-called "celebratory banquet" meant.
Two burly, rugged men grabbed Istanza, one on each side, and led her to the "special seat" prepared for her by the slave trader.
It was a metal frame about 1 meter high, with several branches branching out from the top like a tree crown. Some branches had chains hanging from them, while others were connected to leather shackles. Istana was familiar with this frame; she had a similar restraint frame in her own room during "The Kiss of the Rose." The mute demon queen could only watch helplessly as she drew ever closer to this evil instrument of sexual torture…
“Am I going to be gang-raped again… As expected, I can’t escape this. Although this body still craves this kind of thing as before, I’m so tired now… Maybe it’s all destined. Oh well, since I can’t resist, I’ll just follow my body’s instincts and continue to enjoy the depraved pleasures…”
Istanza thought despondently, letting Roger’s men spread her legs into an M-shape at an angle suitable for intercourse and fix her supine on the frame. They then used a pair of nipple yokes to make her exaggeratedly large and proud breasts even rounder. At the same time, Roger manipulated the control device to change the gag in her mouth into an O-shaped gag for easy oral sex.
When Roger stepped forward and pulled out the thick, constantly vibrating vibrating dildo from Istanza’s lower body, which could relieve her emptiness at any time, and the anal plug from her anus, and announced that the “banquet” had officially begun.
The alluring body of the female demon queen, capable of driving men mad, was immediately overwhelmed by a swarm of males. Besides the three entrances being filled with pungent, smegma-smelling penises, her entire body was being roughly kneaded and squeezed by countless large, rough hands.
Istana, rapidly reaching the peak of orgasm from the simultaneous violation of all three, efficiently collected the first wave of desire from the men who couldn't withstand the tightness of her vagina and anus, as well as the oral stimulation.
Almost without pause, the three men who ejaculated inside Istana were immediately replaced by others. This intense, sadistic feast unfolded in the makeshift camp of the massive slave-hunting team.
The relentless gang rape quickly robbed Istana of all consciousness, leaving only her wanton, sexy body instinctively yielding to the men's brutal assaults under a seemingly insatiable desire.
Not far away, Roger watched Istana's voluptuous body being played with until she repeatedly climaxed, a satisfied smile on his face.
"This is just the beginning, beautiful lady. I believe that a sow like you, whose body has been transformed into a mere object of pleasure, will soon have her personality erased and become a meat toy that will greatly satisfy Lord Tiramisu..."
Roger's voice was full of confidence.
His confidence stemmed from years of experience as a slave trader and his extensive theoretical knowledge. Countless noblewomen who had fallen from grace and fallen into obscurity, countless powerful women who had been defeated and captured—most of them proud, chaste
, and virtuous—had all succumbed to his endless stream of wicked methods of training and depravity, transformed into obedient and competent sex slaves. Dealing with a slut whose every inch of skin seemed to have been transformed into an erogenous zone was, of course, effortless, easy, and enjoyable.
This debauched feast lasted for a full day and night. Of Roger's hundred-strong slave-hunting team, aside from the accompanying "goods"—a dozen or so female slaves of varying ages and appearances—all the men had tasted the intoxicatingly delicious flesh of the Demon King.
When Istanza, her body covered in a pungent, fishy-smelling, whitish, sticky fluid, was removed from the torture rack, the female demon queen's abdomen swelled slightly from being filled with too much male essence into her mouth, vagina, and anus.
She was placed face up on the ground, and Roger stepped forward to operate the device, retracting Istanza's clothing and restraints into the collar around her slender neck, leaving only the golden nipple rings piercing her enlarged nipples and the clitoral ring tightly constricting her similarly modified clitoris, along with the electric bells installed on them by the God of Light, adorning the female demon queen's fair, slender, and stunningly voluptuous body. The
slave trader's eyes were filled with fervent desire; the red-haired woman at his feet possessed goddess-like beauty and enormous breasts and buttocks capable of driving men mad, and this perfect beauty might have once possessed strength even more terrifying than the strongest person on the continent.
But now, she was merely his most precious commodity, the one who would bring him the noble status he had always dreamed of, and an opportunity to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
His body was still twitching slightly, his eyes rolled back, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of his mouth, and milk was still seeping from his exaggeratedly large I-cup breasts. His two swollen, red vulva, ravaged for so long, was also gushing out overflowing, filthy fluid with each contraction of his body's movements.
Istanza, still lost in the mire of desire, was awakened by the cool touch on her sensitive body.
Her narrow eyes, finally regaining focus, recovered their vision from the blurry, watery mess.
Her body, weakened and exhausted from countless intense orgasms, still lingered in the afterglow of climax, her genitals tingling with an unbearable itch.
The decadent feeling following this debauchery caused the still somewhat dazed female demon king to involuntarily knead her nipples with her left hand, hook her erect and engorged clitoris with her right index finger, and probe her still muddy and swollen vagina with her middle finger, stirring and masturbating.
At the same time, she let out indistinct, soft, seductive moans.
"Hey~ hey, you slutty old bitch, you're not satisfied with being moistened by so many young men's penises? You've just woken up and your filthy cunt wants to be penetrated again? If that's the case, I really will have to keep your hands tied up for a long time..."
Roger humiliated and mocked Istanza, whose lewd body had exposed her ugly state, stopping the female demon king from continuing to touch herself, and used a very ordinary leather handcuff to tie the female demon king's restless hands behind her back.
"...Isn't this what you wanted to see?"
The sarcasm of the insignificant human in front of her made the female demon king, who could not control her physical desires, feel ashamed, but she still stubbornly retorted. Istasa knew that provoking him in her current state was incredibly unwise, but beneath her outward anger, she subconsciously craved more, more cruel torture.
"Of course, but don't think your act will change my mind. Every prostitute who frequents the red-light district knows these seductive tricks. I need you to completely lose your independent thought, to become a mere toy that only knows obedience, to have your soul completely dominated by lust. So, the training and transformation of our beautiful Ms. Istasa will continue… Come on, now put her on that device inside."
Roger said with a grin, pinching Istasa's still flushed, pale cheek. He pointed to a tent in the camp and ordered his men.
Two burly men immediately responded with lewd laughter, lifting the limp, powerless demon queen and carrying her into the sizable gray tent.
Istasa was familiar with the so-called device inside; she had been played with like this before in the "Rose Kiss" special needs room.
It was a restraint frame shaped like a guillotine, but unlike others, it lacked the guillotine blade and the basket for holding the head. Instead, it had many elaborate devices attached to the front and back of the head and hand shackles.
Istanzha tried to struggle, but found that she now had absolutely no chance of escaping from these creatures who had previously seemed as weak as ants. She could only sigh inwardly as the two burly men shamelessly fondled and took advantage of her delicate and sensitive body while securing her hands and neck to the low, strip-shaped shackles.
Then, her ankles and knees were fixed to the ground in a kneeling position by metal shackles at the bottom of the frame. Her waist was also tightened by a thick, circular leather belt and pulled downwards to its limit. Her round, huge breasts, which drooped down due to this prostrate kneeling position, were tightened at the base by a leather nipple shackle. Two transparent covers connected to leather tubes were also put over those amazingly large breasts. The metal rings on the edges of the covers were covered with magic runes and magic stone inlay slots. The ends of the tubes were also connected to two magical devices, and two large iron barrels were placed below the devices.
"Hmph, I'm going to be milked again... Luckily, my body was disturbed by the power of the God of Light, so my milk no longer contains my corrupting power. Otherwise, these bad guys would be even harder to deal with after drinking my milk... Sigh, but this way I can't corrupt and control these humans' souls either, so overall I'm still at a disadvantage...
How annoying, I'm leaking again... I'm really fed up with my current horny constitution.
"
Istanza thought helplessly to herself as the poor demon queen was forced to kneel with her buttocks raised high and legs spread apart on a torture rack about half a meter off the ground. Her ravaged vagina and anus were frantically secreting large amounts of lubricating fluid with a pungent smell of desire in preparation for the next round of torture.
"Hahahaha... You really are a complete masochist. Your body is already aroused before it even starts. Uh... tsk tsk, what a slutty sow. This nectar smells incredibly pungent
..."
Roger, who followed into the tent, saw Istanza let out a shrill moan as two thick, hard leather phalluses, connected to magical mechanical devices and covered with threads and granules, were inserted into her vagina and anus from behind.
The Demon Queen's narrow eyes widened again before squinting in enjoyment. Her tongue, which involuntarily extended, was hungrily licking her slightly thick, red lips. Combined with Istanza's lewd expression, it was clear that her moan contained more pleasure than pain.
The slave trader walked forward as he spoke, pinching the slippery love fluid that was already spreading and flowing from the end of the vibrator that was deeply inserted into the Demon Queen's body but had not yet been activated. He smelled the fishy secretions and then smeared them on Istanza's slightly parted, sexy lips.
Istanza glanced at the slave trader with some resentment, but ignored his sarcasm, simply opening her small mouth expressionlessly.
"Hmm~, your cooperative attitude may reduce my training pleasure a bit, but it will greatly shorten the time it takes for me to turn you into a perfect bitch meat toilet.
Our Lady Istanza is truly a sensible auntie, worthy of being a former Heavenly Rank powerhouse.
I believe this highest purity Crimson Secret Medicine and the Milk Cow Maker Potion that can make women's breasts secrete more milk will become your favorite drinks."
Roger chuckled, patting Istanza's cheek, and took a thick, long, hard, phallus-shaped gag with a hollow tube attached to its end from his subordinate. He forcefully shoved it into Istanza's open mouth, and after the tip was almost deep into the female demon queen's throat, he tightened the leather strap attached to the end of the gag behind Istanza's head, securing it tightly.
The tube was connected to two large glass bottles hanging downwards on a tall stand. The bottles, one a deep red liquid and the other a pale blue liquid, were immediately poured through the tube down her throat and into Istanza's stomach.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Forced to ingest aphrodisiacs and lactation-inducing agents again, Istanza could only let out weak, muffled moans. At Roger's signal, the large vibrating dildos in her vagina and anus, activated by magic, began to rotate and thrust wildly, causing the Demon Queen to once again fall into a series of intense orgasms.
At the same time, a magical breast pump began to work, relentlessly squeezing and sucking the Demon Queen's enormous breasts. The sensitive breasts sent irresistible tingling sensations through Istanza, further plunging her already cloud-like soul into a sea of desire. With each forced orgasm, copious amounts of milk were continuously extracted from her body...
[The End]

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