Heresy Tribunal

Prisons never evoke a good impression, especially the
underground dungeons of the Bastille, a hidden prison beneath the Bastille where extremely dangerous criminals were held.

A damp and rotten smell permeated the entire cell, and
the occasional ; it seemed that even breathing the air here was a severe punishment.

Deep within this cell, where all sorts of vicious criminals were imprisoned, in a small cell locked behind a heavy iron door,
with only two small windows letting in a meager amount of light, was a strange woman.

This tall woman was completely naked, her snow-white skin faintly stained with dirt and
blood. A faint, exotic fragrance emanated from her, seemingly dispelling some of the rotten and damp
odor .

Six rusty ring-shaped buckles bound the woman's hands, feet, slender waist, and long, delicate
neck in an extremely lewd posture, her limbs spread wide, to a star-shaped wooden frame. This completely displayed

her slender, delicate arms, long, shapely legs, and her exaggeratedly curvaceous
figure ; it also accentuated her already excessively pale, almost sickly white skin,
giving it an even more poignant and desolate beauty.

Two chains hanging from the ceiling were fastened to metal rings on the nipples of her enormous breasts,
stretching them forward—breasts that seemed longer than her arms—exaggeratedly and provocatively displaying a wanton and seductive
allure.

Her long, silver-gray hair, casually hanging behind her head,
was further divided in two by the wooden frame behind her, resembling a river vertically cleaved in two.

Beneath her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyes, half-open and half-closed, revealed two faint crimson points, giving her an eerily unsettling appearance.
Yet, the slight curve of her pale, dry lips added
a touch of melancholic allure to her equally pale face, seemingly stirring a man's deepest pity while simultaneously igniting his
wildest, most violent desires.

This woman was nearly thirty years old, but looked only about twenty. From birth
until now, she had never harmed anyone or committed any heinous crimes. The reason she was imprisoned in this jail, a place reserved for the most
heinous criminals, and even strapped to a wooden frame with no
freedom, was for one reason only: her name was

Eileen Serena. She worshipped a heretical god who could grant believers rapid regeneration and the ability to transform pain into sexual
pleasure , and her surname itself carried blasphemous connotations towards orthodox deities.

In this world where various religions, each with its own deity, rule over the people and wield supreme
power , heresy is a grave sin, an unforgivable crime, far surpassing even murder, arson, looting, and
plunder.

This is because the first page of the covenants of the ancient major religions states: God loves all living beings and
forgives all the sins of His people with a forgiving heart; only those who disobey will be punished with the most extreme measures, cruelly and annihilated to warn the world. Those who persecute
heretics will be rewarded without punishment, and those who sympathize with them will be punished the same as the disobedient.

This is the only tacit understanding among all gods and religions, an ironclad rule that cannot be transgressed in the slightest.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

A series of heavy footsteps approached the cell where Eileen was imprisoned, and Eileen, strapped to
the wooden frame trembled involuntarily.

Was she about to be tortured again? Perhaps death was the only relief, but suicide was an unforgivable sin to her god, who granted believers extraordinary
regenerative abilities. It was also the only
thing her mother had forbidden her from doing before her death. So, despite her fear and the countless times she felt she could no longer endure it, she persisted, for it was
proof of her god and her mother's existence in this world.

Finally, the footsteps stopped. It seemed like a long time had passed, yet also like a fleeting moment. Amidst Eileen's intense tension
and fear, the prison door was slowly pushed open.

Eileen slowly opened her eyes with a tense emotion, instantly revealing a pair of eyes that were completely blood-red, whether congenital
or some acquired mutation, making Eileen appear even more sinister and alluring.

At the same time, these blood-red eyes also clearly saw the person in front of her: a
middle-aged man .

The middle-aged man was of medium height, his slightly thin figure concealed by a long black priest's robe.
Looking up, the middle-aged man had regular features, dark skin, and no beard, appearing like a
kind yet dignified neighborly uncle.

But those eyes, which should have been upright and kind, were now
scrutinizing . They looked at Eileen's eerie and seductive face, at her exaggeratedly large breasts, at her vulva that had been violated countless times yet would soon regain its pink hue
after each violation . His breathing gradually became heavy as those eyes stared at him, and a wicked lust 　　began to rise within them . 　　"Heretical, fallen blasphemer... Eileen, I am the High Priestess of the Temple . Today, I have come to punish you for your sinful body and soul." 　　"Ugh." 　　Eileen groaned softly upon hearing the High Priestess's words. Whether she was a paladin, a high priest, or now this High Priestess, once arrested for blasphemy, she faced only endless torture before death. Whether it was genuine faith in the gods or merely her own perverse desires, no one would pity her. Pitying a blasphemer would also incur divine punishment, and because of her abnormal self-healing abilities, she would suffer even more abuse. 　　A deep fear flashed in her eyes as the High Priest removed her restraints, and she collapsed to the ground . 　　"You vile beast, crawl to the Hall of Atonement, where you will use your rotting flesh to please all the believers of our Lord, to atone for the sins of your body and soul." 　　Approaching Eileen closely, breathing in her scent, the High Priest's lust grew increasingly violent. He raised his foot and stomped heavily on Eileen's equally high and alluring buttocks, then withdrew his...

The belt lashed out twice across Eileen's smooth back, leaving two large, purplish-red marks that crossed her
skin , making her already pale skin look even more pitiful.

"Ugh... ugh... I'll crawl, you beast, I'll crawl."

Feeling the excruciating pain in her back, Eileen trembled involuntarily, a deep fear flashing in her eyes
. She quickly crawled forward on all fours.

At the same time, she deliberately increased the amplitude of her swaying, making herself look even more lewd.
The two bright red, plum-blossom-like nipples on her enormous breasts
rubbed , giving her a strange feeling that was neither pain nor pleasure.

All of this was naturally to please the man in front of her, hoping that her punishment and abuse would be
a little lighter, although it never seemed to have any effect whatsoever.

As for escaping, ever since she was captured and witnessed her companions being tortured and manipulated
for seven days and seven nights before being completely torn to pieces—the agonizing screams of which even made vengeful ghosts tremble—she completely lost
all will to try.

Now, aside from her rapid regeneration ability and
the ability to transform pain into sexual pleasure under her emotional influence, her body is practically weaker than that of an ordinary woman. Escape from here
is hopeless , and the punishment for a failed escape is something she absolutely does not want to face.

"You beast, hurry up and stop dawdling, do you want to die?"

Breathing in the increasingly intense scent emanating from Eileen as she moved, the High Priest, already filled with
lust and cruelty, felt his desire ignite in every cell of his body. His tyrannical emotions
intensified , and the leather belt in his hand lashed repeatedly across Eileen's smooth back
, her full, rounded buttocks, her long, shapely legs, and her
enormous breasts that swayed dramatically with her movements, even revealing glimpses of her pink, alluring vulva.

With each lash, purplish-red welts were branded
haphazardly pale skin, gradually forming eerie totems resembling those of a deity of lust.

"Ah...ah...um...ah..."

Melancholy moans escaped Eileen's lips, each lash seemingly
inflicting immense pain.

However, closer observation revealed that amidst the increasing number of whip marks from the high priest's blows,
the earlier ones were gradually fading and weakening.
The gruesome welts that might take five or six days to disappear on an ordinary person faded rapidly on Eileen's back in just thirty seconds,
vanishing completely within two minutes. Amidst the high priest's whipping, Eileen's painful moans gradually
gained a hint of pleasure, and her blood-red eyes, awakened by lust, became even more
alluring.

"She's truly born to be abused by us noble believers, to be used as the lowest prostitute and flesh
to please us faithful followers."

The high priest was not surprised by Eileen's condition at all. He simply continued to drive Eileen like livestock,
crawling forward in the dark, damp, and sour-smelling dungeon. The leather belt in his hand
lashed at Eileen's body like raindrops.

After a full six or seven minutes, Eileen was finally driven into the Hall of Atonement by the high priest like livestock.

Compared to other parts of the dungeon, this spacious hall did not have that strong damp and sour smell,
but it had an inescapable stench of blood. Even the surrounding walls and floor were covered with patches
of blood. The walls and several iron racks in the room were filled with all sorts of exaggerated and even bizarre
torture instruments, making the already somewhat dark hall even more private and terrifying.

But within this very hall, dozens of men dressed in priestly robes were gathered. They
were all there to participate in this grand event of tormenting Eileen. Facing a blasphemer here, they
didn't need to conceal their true nature, nor fear that their inner perversion and cruelty would be discovered and affect
the compassion and piety they usually displayed towards believers and the people. Their eyes blazed with excited, burning lust.

Meanwhile, the sound of water could be heard from several corners, and looking around, one could see strangely shaped tentacles of varying
thicknesses waving about, seemingly eager for the event to begin.

"Snap!" The belt lashed heavily once more across Eileen's exposed vulva as she crawled, causing her to let out
an even louder scream. She then quickly crawled into
the space .

The high priest then stripped off his robes and the loose undergarments beneath them, tossing them aside.
The game had officially begun.

Before Eileen could even reach the center of the open space,
four These tentacles swiftly weaved through the crowd,
wrapping tightly around Eileen's slender arms and long, shapely legs like vines.

"Ah..." With the force of the four tentacles, Eileen's sexy body was instantly lifted into the air.
Suddenly attacked, Eileen felt the tight binding on her limbs and the incredibly sticky, semi-transparent fluid that kept oozing from the tentacles
, carrying a smell reminiscent of male semen. Although she had a premonition that
she was about to be tortured, she still subconsciously let out a low cry.

However, immediately afterward, Eileen, suspended in mid-air, suddenly raised her eerie face, made even more striking by her crimson
eyes Her pale lips parted wide again, and before the initial gasp had completely faded,
it transformed into an even higher-pitched scream of pain. Her body, bound by tentacles, trembled slightly.

The High Priest had appeared behind her, standing between Eileen's long, shapely, and
taut legs, his thick, over 25-centimeter-long penis pressed against
her smooth, hairless vulva—a vulva that, despite repeated abuse,
remained —and then, with his hands newly donned with iron-spiked gloves, he forcefully grasped Eileen's
enormous breasts, forcing the densely packed, nearly five-millimeter-long iron spikes into them.
Between her breasts.

"You slut, experience your path of atonement, repent for your blasphemous sins."

The high priest's eyes, filled with astonishing lust and the savagery aroused by Eileen's aura, stared at
Eileen's violently writhing body. His hands showed no sign of restraint, instead becoming even more brutal as they ravaged
Eileen's enormous breasts, which seemed to hang from the sky like inverted mountains.

At the same time, with a thrust of his hips, his thick, ferocious penis plunged directly into Eileen's
tight, slightly moist vagina, like a wild beast breaking through layers of
resistance and instantly slamming into the cervix, which resembled a flower stamen, deep within her vagina.

"Ah...it hurts..."

Another high-pitched groan escaped Eileen's lips. The expression on Eileen's face instantly turned ferocious,
and her body, bound by tentacles, arched back with a burst of strength due to the sudden pain.

The high priest's penis had roughly penetrated her, leaving several tears in her vagina. Drops of blood mixed
with her vaginal fluid spilled out, staining the fluid an increasingly lewd crimson, yet also radiating a power that further
stimulated the most violent desires deep within the man's heart.

Just as Eileen had suddenly unleashed a burst of immense strength, the four thick, powerful tentacles
instantly pulled her limbs wide open, plunging her into a state of submissive lewdness.
The violence and lust within the man, aroused even more intensely by Eileen

's blood-soaked vaginal fluid, remained undiminished. Two long-robed priests near Eileen quickly removed their robes and rushed to
her . They then pressed down on Eileen's head from either side, simultaneously shoving their foul-smelling penises into
her mouth.

As the high priest roughly kneaded her enormous breasts and
thrust , Eileen felt excruciating pain, and a foul stench assaulted her senses, making her want to
vomit.

Even in this agony, Eileen knew she couldn't refuse, and she couldn't afford
to injure him even slightly, otherwise, unimaginable torment and cruel torture awaited her.

So, with her face contorted in agony, Eileen forced a lewd, fawning smile and diligently used her pale
lips to envelop her white, even teeth, repeatedly swallowing and spitting out the two foul-smelling penises before her. Her pink tongue, like
a small snake, rubbed and coiled around their shafts.

"This slut's cunt is so tight, it feels better than that piece of trash we ruined before,"

the high priest said, while continuing to
thrust his thick cock heavily into Eileen's cunt, slamming the glans against her cervix repeatedly, even penetrating
her cervix feeling the incredibly tight embrace and confinement.

Meanwhile, he began to forcefully grasp the tips of Eileen's large breasts with his hands, which were covered in iron spikes,
and then slowly and firmly inserted his two index fingers, which were covered in iron spikes, into her already opened nipples
.

"This dog's mouth is also top-notch,"

the two priests said loudly, their eyes burning with lust, while they continued to roughly fuck Eileen's mouth with their foul-smelling
cocks , and also slapped Eileen
's face repeatedly with their remaining hands, seemingly unconcerned that Eileen might bite their cocks.

Because they believed Eileen wouldn't dare do such a thing—a confidence born from their countless acts of humiliation against blasphemers
; and because they had also added flexible shields to their penises, allowing them
to feel mild stimulation and pressure, but once the pressure reached a certain level, the shields would activate, making
their penises appear as if encased in metal armor, rendering Eileen incapable of harming them in her current state.

"Snap... Snap... Snap..."

A series of even louder whipping sounds echoed in the room. The tentacles, impatient, extended
five or six more whip-like tentacles, each ending in a finger-thick tip, lashing
Eileen 's
now smooth back, her high, rounded buttocks, and her incredibly large and imposing breasts. Each lash left a deep purple welt on Eileen's body, and the viscous fluid left by the tentacles was
corrosive , constantly burning and corroding her skin.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Enduring such intense, almost unbearable pain, Eileen's expression contorted constantly as she
struggled to swallow and spit out the penis, sometimes even allowing it to penetrate her tight throat and pierce her esophagus,
constantly emitting suppressed moans and growls.

However, at this moment, Eileen was no longer simply in pain; another ability bestowed upon her by the evil god she worshipped
was finally beginning to awaken under this torment.

The excruciating pain, penetrating to the bone, caused her to tremble and constantly break out in a fine layer of sweat,
yet it also caused the desire within her to gradually rise and begin to spread to every inch of her skin and bones,
feeling an increasingly intense pleasure surging into her mind like a tide, washing over
her .

While Eileen was deeply terrified of this pain, the emptiness and itching of her lower body,
coupled with the immense pleasure that surged alongside the pain, gradually caused her to develop a certain anticipation for it.
Her crimson eyes appeared increasingly sinister and alluring due to this perverse pleasure. Two

dark brown tentacles, one thick and one thin, had now spread to Eileen's lower body. The thinner
tentacle was only as thick as a chopstick, covered with granular protrusions, while the thicker tentacle resembled
a series of large beads of varying sizes strung together, some as small as a date and others
as a baby's fist.

The high priest, still fucking Eileen, continued thrusting his thick cock into her
now pink and moist cunt, which had regained its color through repeated penetration. He also continued to
insert and stir his fingers into her nipples, while occasionally grabbing a few thin steel spikes, each about ten centimeters long, and
casually tracing them across Eileen's back and abdomen with a deep, brutal gaze before suddenly plunging them into her enormous breasts.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Under this increasingly brutal and cruel torture, Eileen felt increasingly intense pain, but at the same time, she also
felt increasingly intense pleasure. Pain and pleasure constantly intertwined, and gradually, it seemed as if a barrier was broken.
In an instant, Eileen's fear and panic completely vanished, and an increasingly lewd and seductive expression appeared on
her face.

Her body, seemingly still bound by several tentacles, twisted and struggled to a limited extent, but
compared to her previous evasion, there was a clear increase in lewd compliance and provocation. Her face, still contorted,
made it impossible to tell whether she was enduring excruciating pain or experiencing ecstasy. However, one could clearly
see her inner excitement and fervent desire from her increasingly diligent and skillful sucking and licking of the two men's stinking penises
.

Suddenly, the tips of the two dark brown tentacles, one thick and one thin, trembled and then shot
up with incredible speed, plunging into Eileen's urethra and anus respectively.

At the same time, two more tentacles extended, their palm-sized, barbed
appendages attaching to Eileen's back and lower abdomen. Eileen

felt an astonishing fullness emanating from her tight, inelastic urethra and anus , while simultaneously sensing countless tentacles rapidly growing and extending from the appendages on her abdomen and back, burrowing into her body through the wounds, and spreading beneath her skin, gradually separating her flesh from her body . 　　"Ah...no...no...ah..." 　　Under such intense stimulation, Eileen's whole body trembled violently, large beads of sweat constantly squeezing out of her body , making her look as if she had just been pulled out of the water. Her expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. In her last moment of rationality, she violently shook her head to shake off the two penises that were fucking her mouth, and then let out a shrill, inhuman howl. Her long, silver-gray hair danced wildly with her shaking head. 　　The men watching around, seeing Eileen like this, showed no compassion whatsoever when facing worshippers, but instead roared and cursed excitedly. Some even took out their penises and began to masturbate. 　　"Fuck, you vile beast, what are you yelling about? Keep giving me a blowjob." 　　One of the men, still fucking Eileen's mouth, reached out and forcefully pressed her head down, shoving his penis back into her mouth. The rough action caused his over 20-centimeter-long penis to penetrate her throat and deeply penetrate her esophagus, leaving a noticeable bulge on her slender neck. 　　"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." 　　The intense pain was followed by a surge of intense pleasure that washed over Eileen's body, turning her pale skin a faint blush. Her body, previously tense from the pain, trembled . Streams of vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her cunt, being fucked by the high priest, reaching a climax. She let out suppressed growls, increasingly excited as she swallowed and licked the foul-smelling . 　　The high priest, being of higher status and possessing a more robust physique under the divine blessing, continued to ravage Eileen's enormous, mountain-like breasts with a steel rod and a branding iron, while simultaneously thrusting his penis roughly into her vagina, repeatedly breaking through the layers of soft flesh and the obstruction of her cervix, slamming heavily against her uterine walls, causing her lower abdomen to swell dramatically . 　　Meanwhile, the two priests, inexperienced in fucking Eileen's mouth, gripped their , spurting semen onto Eileen's face. Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain and the subsequent intense pleasure, Eileen, her mind already somewhat dazed, her expression incredibly lewd and ghostly, instinctively and excitedly licked the semen that flowed to her lips, swallowing it in large gulps. 　　Before the two priests could even react, another twenty-odd priests and knights, dressed eagerly stripped off their clothes and rushed forward. 　　Most of them immediately grabbed their penises and sprayed their pent-up semen, which they had been holding back under masturbation, onto Eileen's semen-covered face, her wildly flowing silver-gray hair, and her back, which had gradually regained its previous pale smoothness due to the end of the beating. 　　The remaining men surrounded Eileen; some took turns fucking her mouth, while others roughly rubbed their hard penises against her delicate white hands, her exquisite, work-of-art feet, and her exposed areas such as her armpits, neck, buttocks, and the backs of her legs. 　　At this moment, Eileen was nothing more than a living sex toy. No, perhaps that analogy wasn't quite right, because her body's extraordinary self-healing ability allowed her to endure even greater harm without being completely destroyed; because her scent, her sweat, and her blood all contained the ability to stimulate the release of negative emotions in people, these people 's torment of her was even more brutal, cruel, and without any bottom line. They didn't intentionally want to kill her, but if she really died unexpectedly then at most they would only regret losing a sex toy, a punching bag for their venting. 　　"Oh...so good...fuck...it feels so good to fuck this slut." 　　The high priest continued to brutally fuck Eileen's cunt with what seemed like the utmost effort with every thrust , making it hard to believe that a seemingly thin middle-aged man could have such astonishing stamina and explosive power. 　　His hands, clad in iron-spiked gloves, had already left Eileen's pair of ravaged, bloodied breasts . 　　With astonishing self-healing abilities, the wounds healed rapidly, seemingly even enhanced by Eileen's passionate outburst. The wounds disappeared at a visible speed, as if someone were erasing charcoal stains from white board. 　　However, the blood that had seeped out remained, lingering on Eileen's body. Against her pale skin, it resembled a corrupted totem drawn in blood on a white wall, a path to the abyss of evil . 　　Every trace, every trace of its presence carried a deep allure, reigniting the already suppressed violent desires within .

"Ah...it hurts...it feels so good...play with me...play with me to your heart's content...ah..."

Amidst the waves of excruciating pain and the intense pleasure that accompanied it, Eileen's silver-gray hair, seemingly transformed into
a different person, flew wildly and unrestrainedly even without wind, as if
the savage lust within her had been unleashed, burning wantonly in everyone's body and heart.

And in this burning lust and savagery, everyone became increasingly brutal and savage in their violation of Eileen's body.

A bone-crushing hammer, the size of an infant's fist and covered with granular protrusions, was seized in the High Priest's hands the moment
they left Eileen's breasts. "Crack...ah..." A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out almost simultaneously with Eileen's sudden, inhuman scream

, amidst her still-lascivious moans . At that moment, while the High Priest was fucking Eileen's cunt, he had already used the Inquisition's bone-crushing hammer to shatter the bones of Eileen's left hand. 　　Moreover, the bone-crushing hammer possessed a divinely bestowed characteristic, allowing it to shatter the bones around the point of impact without requiring much force. It also had a property of burning the bone marrow, significantly amplifying pain. Even while enduring the torture of being skinned alive, Eileen felt endless agony in her hands, her vision blurring as if she were about to faint. 　　However, the divine power within her granted her an extraordinary tolerance for pain and the ability , preventing her from escaping through unconsciousness or numbness. She could only endure and face it, then embrace the overwhelming pleasure that followed the excruciating pain. Unbeknownst to Eileen, her second personality, which had developed masochistic tendencies, increasingly enjoyed this extreme torment, even beginning to erode her first personality, which she had hidden away to escape pain. 　　The high priest, of course, didn't think so much. In his heart, the woman before him was nothing more than a blasphemer, worse than an animal. He inflicted endless torment on her to make her repent for her disrespect towards the Lord, which was to show her loyalty to the Lord. In the process, he also vented his repressed tyranny and accumulated dark desires, which was nothing more than making use of a useless person. The Lord would not adjust his mood because of him using a useless person. His rapidly rising status was the best proof. 　　Thus, upon feeling Eileen's vagina suddenly tighten due to the intense pain, bringing him a pleasure even stronger than when he performed the baptism of deflowering for those ignorant believers, allowing them to feel closer to the gods, the high priest's excited and wild expression seemed to become even more frenzied and tyrannical. While repeatedly and brutally thrusting into Eileen's vagina, he frantically swung his bone-crushing hammer with his right hand, easily shattering Eileen's bones one by one on her palms, arms, shoulder blades, ribs, and spine. As Eileen's body writhed in agony and her vagina continuously released large amounts of lustful fluids, she became abnormally limp and twisted. 　　"Oh...fuck...fuck you to death...fuck...ah..." 　　The high priest shouted, thrusting even faster against the gushing fluids from Eileen's cunt. Hearing Eileen's hoarse, torn cries of agony, his movements suddenly halted. Then, his enormous, monstrous penis pressed against Eileen's uterus, gushing out streams of white semen, causing Eileen, to tremble once more and reach another climax. 　　After ejaculating, the high priest seemed undiminished in his prowess; his penis remained remarkably erect. He casually tossed aside the bone-crushing hammer and picked up a set of the largest breast-splitting claws, placing them on Eileen's incredibly large breasts. 　　The so-called "Nipple-Splitting Claws" were actually like a pair of eight-clawed iron hooks, a set of two. Each hook consisted of a huge metal sphere connected to eight iron hooks, forming a shield that covered Eileen's breasts. Eileen's nipples were embedded in small holes in the metal spheres, with a hollow iron tube piercing into the nipple holes. At the same time, the hooks below the iron hooks were also hooked near the base of Eileen's breasts . 　　After doing all this, the High Priest once again thrust his hips forward and inserted himself into the urethra, which had just been relaxed after being penetrated by a thin tentacle. 　　In an instant, the urethra, which had just adapted to the size of the slender tentacles, was suddenly torn apart by this massive invasion. Streams of urine mixed with blood dripped out, causing the high priest, who had sensed this, to pound on the metal ball at the top of the Cleaver Claws. Under this pounding, the eight claws of the Cleaver Claws tightened and squeezed, tearing apart Eileen's breasts. Meanwhile, scorching steel needles emerged from the hollow hooks and pierced into Eileen's breasts. 　　Even the thin tube that had pierced Eileen's nipple opening would occasionally extend to different lengths depending on the high priest's force. Blades of different sizes also emerged, slicing at different angles inside Eileen's breasts, internally destroying them. Blood mixed with fat and bits of flesh continuously oozed from the small hole at the other end of the metal ball . 　　"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." 　　Eileen's throat was completely hoarse and torn, only able to groan amidst the waves of pain and pleasure. A third of her bones were broken, and while her skin appeared relatively intact, nearly half of her internal organs had been ripped away by tentacles . She trembled and twisted instinctively, unsure whether she was yielding or resisting. 　　The lust in the eyes of those who smelled the blood on Eileen's body, their savagery intensifying, showed no sign 　　of abating, and the torture continued. As the high priest repeatedly and roughly pounded his monstrous penis into Eileen 's inelastic urethra, tearing open the newly healed wounds and even inserting the glans into her bladder, the thick tentacle that had penetrated her rectum was trembling and rotating, slowly piercing through her rectum and into her small intestine, still pushing forward, bringing her a strange sense of fullness and stimulation. 　　At the same time, a crimson, arm-thick, hollow tentacle slipped into her overflowing , aroused vagina, finally penetrating her cervix and entering her uterus. It then slowly and deliberately rubbed against the inner walls of Eileen's uterus, causing her already heightened desire to surge even higher. 　　"Fuck...so good...I'm going to cum again...you fucking slut, you're a real gem...I'm going to play you to death... no...I'll keep you alive...always alive...so good..." 　　More than two hours after the High Priest's first ejaculation, after repeatedly tearing Eileen's urethra, the High Priest suddenly roared with excitement again, his penis seemingly thrusting even more frequently.

Almost there. He twisted the two spheres of the breast-cracking device, fully activating the ultimate destruction button. As if
responding to the High Priest's outburst, everything seemed to accelerate. The men surrounding Eileen
ejaculated more frequently onto her body. The breast-cracking device slowly tightened, and the
blades protruding from the hollow tube piercing Eileen's nipples increased in number and frequency. The
tentacle that had entered Eileen's rectum had pierced her small intestine and entered her stomach, yet it continued its slow but determined advance
.

The hollow tentacle inside Eileen's uterus seemed to move without any extra movement, but behind it,
an abnormal bulge was gradually approaching Eileen, as if something was being transmitted.

In an instant, everything seemed to enter a countdown for some unknown reason.

"5…4…3…2…1…0…"

As the countdown clock struck its final moment, time seemed to suddenly
stop in Eileen's eyes, and in the High Priest's eyes as well.

Within this frozen moment in time, the tentacle penetrating Eileen's rectum had already squeezed its tip out of her mouth, and
a stream of semen gushed out from the very tip of the tentacle like a fountain, as if Eileen were spitting out white, cloudy semen;
the tentacle that had penetrated deep into Eileen's skin had also completed the step of completely peeling Eileen's skin off her body,
and the skin beneath Eileen's seemingly intact body had been completely separated from her body; the thing transported by the tentacle
accelerated , a giant honeycomb-shaped sarcoma comparable in size to an infant forcibly tore apart Eileen's uterus,
forced open the previously shattered and unhealed pelvis, and entered Eileen's uterus, and then countless tentacles
like emerged from the small holes of the honeycomb, opening their mouthparts with fine teeth and biting into various parts of Eileen's uterus.

"Ah..." In an instant, all of Eileen's senses returned to her body. Supported by this special body
bestowed , she experienced pain ten times greater than what ordinary people could endure, but also
pleasure ten times greater than what ordinary people could reach. The combined impact of these sensations almost completely robbed her of consciousness and reason.

Only driven by instinct, Eileen, whose throat was already hoarse and pierced by tentacles, suddenly raised her head and opened her mouth wide.
Even though she was silent, it was as if one could hear a deafening wail that went straight to the soul, as if she was venting something. Every muscle
in her body was taut and tense.

After sensing Eileen's condition, the High Priest could no longer hold back the urge to ejaculate. Streams of
semen filled Eileen's urethra, and then, as if all his strength had been used up, he pulled out his penis and collapsed to the ground.

"Rip..."

After another startling sound, Eileen's expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and then she deflated like a punctured
balloon .

No, not withered. At this moment, countless suckers emerged from the tentacles that had pierced through Eileen
's body and penetrated her. Then, with a pull, they
completely and dragged her into a pond where the tentacle monster resided.
The honeycomb-shaped fleshy mass inserted into Eileen's uterus was also pulled away from her body due to this change. At the same time, Eileen's uterus prolapsed
, covered with small holes, resembling a tattered rag.

The high priest let out a long breath and slowly sat up. Although the two releases just now were not his limit, they made
him feel very comfortable, and he did not want to continue for the time being. However, the tentacle monster that had grabbed Eileen showed no mercy and tightly wrapped itself around
Eileen's body, wantonly inserting its tentacles into every orifice of Eileen's body. The excited crowd also surrounded her
and indiscriminately inflicted various instruments of torture on Eileen's body.

Postscript:

"Eileen... my son."

As the pain and desire intensified, Eileen's self-healing ability strangely increased dramatically. For a
time, despite the increasingly intense torment, the injuries on Eileen's body not only didn't worsen but gradually diminished,
her breath slowly strengthened, and even her once-large breasts, completely destroyed by the Cleaver Claw and reduced to shriveled rags
, slowly returned to their original fullness and softness. However, as the crowd and the tentacle monsters indulged in a frenzied
feast with Eileen's body, she gradually lost the ability to feel pain or pleasure. In her hazy consciousness, she seemed to be immersed in
a hot spring, and a figure whose face was indistinct yet incredibly familiar called her name softly through the misty clouds, a
tenderness she seemed to feel only in infancy.

"My lord... Mother..."

Eileen asked, her consciousness hazy and confused.

"My son... why be confused? What difference does it make between the two titles? All my believers will be
summoned and blessed by me. All suffering is merely a test of your faith. Their abuse of you is only to help you see through
your own heart. Enjoy it all. Use the hysterical outbursts of those heretics in their helplessness and confusion to temper
your piety, to cleanse your body and soul, and to feel
the pleasure that your heart desires most. Even if they are abusing you, they are nothing more than a group of lowly servants."

"Enjoy...pleasure...servant..."

Eileen repeated these words in her mind. Gradually, all her senses returned, but the pain that
should have been even more intense seemed to have diminished considerably. Instead, an endless pleasure surged within her.
When her blood-red eyes looked at the ferocious figures before her, she vaguely saw the fear and humility behind their hysteria, a fear deeply oppressed by this
world A forced yet unmistakably
mocking and wildly arrogant smile appeared on her pale lips. At this moment, a strange feeling, like a spark, fell into
the depths of her heart. When she fully regained consciousness, when the most superficial and timid part of her personality returned, perhaps everything was just
a dream, vanishing into nothingness upon waking.

But if the spark doesn't die out, who says a raging fire can't be ignited in the darkness? At that moment, this hellish
prison might be her sacred place of rebirth.

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