Darkest Dungeon - Aya Slayer

Among the adventurers who frequent Hamlet, the name "Sword Saint" Ayanami has recently gained
considerable fame. Many maliciously speculate that this petite, beautiful, and seemingly emotionless girl will one day
become a piece of flesh, devoured by Hamlet's darkness.

This is no longer just a rumor; Hamlet is filled with both extraordinary opportunities
and risks for female adventurers. Besides the usual wealth they acquire, female adventurers who come here to explore will find that
the traces of their previous adventures gradually disappear—the rough and hardened skin eroded by wind and rain
will gradually become soft and elastic, gleaming alluringly when wet with sweat.
Wounds from sword cuts, while not disappearing, will no longer be ugly, but instead exude a Valkyrie-like
charm. Dry, matted hair, neglected and untended, will become smooth and shiny after a few washes
. Breasts that have shrunk due to long-term irregular eating habits and excessive exercise will
regain their fullness and elasticity after a period of time, without sagging. These changes can simply be attributed to
the better water and food in Hamlet Town; a rebound can occur after leaving the town. However, those who stay in Hamlet
for too long or grow too powerful will become like Ayanami.

Ayanami's beauty surpasses the limits these adventurers have ever witnessed. It is not
the kind of alluring female body that should appear in adventures, nor the kind of clothing a woman on the battlefield should wear.

The skin of ordinary adventurer girls is already considered a limit. Whether it's a pampered noblewoman or
a courtesan, they might reach this level. But Ayanami's skin exceeds this limit, as white as
milk, as if this skin were a layer of milk skin, as if it could be punctured at will. Her
long hair was tied in a single ponytail, pure white with a hint of crimson, like soft moonlight. Combined with her ruby-
like eyes, it was the purest white, untouched by any pigment. Her arms were slender as scallions,
her legs full as ivory. Despite wielding a pair of massive swords, not a single muscle was visible.

Coupled with her still-childish face, she didn't resemble a sword saint at all.

Of course, what she was doing was definitely not what a sword saint should do. Definitely not
what a sixth-tier legendary sword saint should do.

She was performing a glamorous pole dance on the dance floor.

Her white, feather-like sleeves were easily tossed aside, falling into the crowd and revealing her
arms. While not completely naked, Ayanami's remaining clothing was nearly so. Her sailor uniform, though two-piece
, had at least covered most of her skin. Now, her top, except for the neckline and scarf, retained its original
length, but the sides had been cut so short that her armpits were visible. Even when she was completely still,
it barely covered her two red nipples. Her skirt, which was originally meant to cover her knees,
had been cut into a mere skirt in name only. If Ayanami wanted to cover her smooth mons pubis, she
would have to expose her firm, round buttocks. Otherwise, her vulva would be vaguely visible. As for her panties, they were
the first piece of cloth she had removed after entering the venue.

Accompanied by intoxicating music, she gripped the pole and spun, spreading her legs into a V-shape, her
skirt stretched open, revealing a glistening patch of her wet thighs. She turned upside down, the skirt
falling completely. Her pink vulva was deliberately parted. She slowly spun, giving the audience the opportunity to toss coins.

For an ordinary stripper, a copper coin was already considered good. Even the best ones mostly received silver coins.

Only those rare and exceptionally beautiful and powerful adventurers, who willingly degrade themselves, have
the chance to earn gold coins—merely a pittance to Ayanami.

Yet, she performed with dedication, using her labia to catch the thrown coins, maintaining an inverted
posture, piling several coins onto her labia with sticky nectar, before casually dropping them, unfastening her
short skirt, and tossing them to the audience. She tossed the coins aside, continuing her dance and twirling, causing her
perfectly shaped but not large breasts to sway in waves. Ayanami knew very well that while large breasts were popular,
her own size was perfectly suited to this petite, delicate, and still somewhat immature girl, best providing men with
the feeling of ravaging and conquering.

God… no, that's what her master said. And based on her own experience, Ayanami felt it must be so.

Because at this moment, her keen intuition, that of a swordsman, was warning her that the men below were
staring at her with burning, greedy eyes. That lustful brutality concealed a desire to ravage the girl to death. This stimulation caused
her body to uncontrollably become even more aroused, to the point that fragrant milk overflowed from her nipples, splashing onto
the ground below.

The already overflowing nectar soaked her stockings.

So she untied the knots under her arms and took off her short top.

According to custom, the foreplay was over; it was time to get to the point. These men before her were carefully selected
. Although this was a brothel, Ayanami was not simply a prostitute. Male adventurers would
return to town after a tense and exciting adventure and relieve stress in various ways; female adventurers were no different.

In other places, not so many people would fawn over a legendary female adventurer. Leaving
aside the looks of a typical legendary female adventurer, they certainly wouldn't so openly display themselves in
a brothel and register as a prostitute.

Only in Hamlet Town can you find beautiful and promiscuous high-ranking female adventurers; they appear
in brothels, prisons, execution grounds, and even slave markets. Ayanami knew this would be her fate as well
; she understood that power and beauty come at a price. From the
moment she was pierced by her master's thick tentacles, all three orifices opened simultaneously, she knew her end would be no exception.

Her god, her master, was probably no
different from the gods of those cultists who worshipped chaotic flesh and blood. Only, what He desired was a seductive and promiscuous female body… and a kind and gentle soul.

That indescribable embodiment of truth simply found human kindness and aesthetics appealing to Him.

He must be watching from somewhere now, watching these tall men, displaying their petite and delicate female bodies…
Utterly ravaged.

Ayanami knelt down in the traditional island nation manner, then lowered her body, prostrating herself before the men below
.

"Thank you all for attending Ayanami's farewell party," she said calmly.

Although she had some doubts, overall, she felt more anticipation than anything else. "As you have all heard, Ayanami seriously violated the 'Special Administrative Penal Code for Female Adventurers' established by

Viscount Cordelied von Hamlet two days ago . Ayanami submitted her execution application yesterday… 　　and this afternoon, the final punishment decision for Ayanami has been issued." As she spoke, drops of her own juices dripped onto the floor. So lewd and submissive, she was now, body and soul, a female beast ready for execution at any moment! 　　Cheers erupted appropriately from below. 　　Miss Cordelied was His saint, His earthly representative, or, in His words, "my chief steward"; 　　the decrees she issued were His will. The so-called "Special Administrative Law for Female Adventurers" is an extremely harsh law formulated by Miss Cordeid, targeting only a small group of female adventurers. Strictly speaking, laws formulated by a lord are always effective as long as the lord has the power to enforce them. However, a harsh law targeting female adventurers of the fourth-tier master, fifth-tier champion, and sixth-tier legendary levels is essentially a joke. 　　However, female adventurers who grow up in Hamlet are more or less influenced by Him. Even if they don't offer their three orifices at His altar, they will become beautiful yet promiscuous, kind yet base, gradually degenerating into a piece of flesh, a female beast, under the influence of His unparalleled power. But ultimately, some will refuse, and He will not be angry with or force those mortals who refuse His favor. Because for Him, only female beasts who willingly enjoy Him are treasures worth collecting. 　　Therefore, these laws are quite absurd. Female adventurers who signed this penal code could even be sentenced to death for being "too cute, sexy, and potentially causing chaos." 　　While the methods of execution were few, they were all devastating acts of cruelty, a complete severing of human rights for the condemned girls . First, the foundation of all other extreme punishments: the stripping of human rights and reduction to the status of livestock. The executed beautiful adventurers would be taken to the town square, where they would read a declaration of renunciation of human rights at dawn and voluntarily offer their bodies as gold coins to repay the fine. 　　After this, the livestock adventurers faced three possible fates. One was public sale to recoup the fine. Such livestock would be auctioned off as rare items at a triennial auction. No one could easily predict their fate. Master -level and champion-level female slaves were extremely rare, and if they were also delicate and beautiful, they would be even rarer, perhaps being used with great care, and even possibly regaining their freedom—but Ayanami knew very well that her companions would definitely refuse to regain their freedom. The sisters' slave collars were sealed shut, and the marks on their skin were magical marks that could not heal. Of course, they might also be slaughtered for meat. After all, such high-ranking female powerhouses rarely sell themselves into slavery, and even fewer become livestock. Only the beautiful female adventurers from Hamlet would accept torture and slaughter without resistance. 　　Another more common option is lifelong hard labor. Essentially, like Lady Cordeidor, they become His living sacrifices, collectibles, and laborers. In essence, aside from the fact that Lady Cordeidor is the nominal master, there isn't much difference from the other option. These livestock might be slaughtered as food at festivals, or ritually executed as living sacrifices. They might be permanently sealed and solidified, turned into works of art or decorations. Or they might continue to live as the military force of Hamlet Town. In fact, the seventeen legendary female adventurers currently gathered in Hamlet Town are all such livestock. Although they cannot contend with a large army, their individual strength is still quite intimidating. 　　Ayanami thought that if she had come to Hamlet earlier, she probably would have become like that too. 　　The last type is the most intense, thorough, and irreversible form of execution: 　　the death penalty. 　　No, for a beast like Ayanami, she is no longer qualified for the death penalty. Only humans are executed. Therefore, Ayanami is "too promiscuous, publicly executed and completely destroyed." The method of execution is still unknown, but Ayanami knows she will be completely erased, not even a bone will remain, not even a hair will survive, utterly wiped from the world. 　　Thinking of this, her vagina contracted and released a jet of water; she reached orgasm while kneeling. 　　This cruel and thorough punishment not only requires the condemned to voluntarily submit an application for execution but also gives them a day to consider. If Ayanami hadn't appeared here for her farewell performance tonight, then no guards would have arrested her at midnight and chained her to the square to await execution tomorrow. 　　Some who have even heard of this harsh law must have already guessed what this one-day processing period entails, right? But Ayanami still has to explain to everyone. She knew how to demonstrate her lewdness and consent; she knew that was what He wanted to see. 　　"Ayanami knows the enormity of her sins and therefore requests public execution and complete destruction. Miss Cordeid has approved Ayanami's request… Therefore, Ayanami will begin her punishment at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, with destruction expected to be completed by noon. That is to say…" She straightened up, displaying her peaceful and submissive smile to everyone, revealing her hard, milk-drenched nipples. She squatted down, spreading her legs into an M-shape, revealing her wet, honeyed vulva. She was implying… explicitly stating that this lewd beast craved cruel torture. 　　"Tomorrow at noon, everyone will be able to eat chunks of Ayanami's flesh, so Ayanami here earnestly requests that if you unfortunately eat any of Ayanami's hair or bone fragments, please burn them immediately to ensure that Ayanami's lewd female body is completely destroyed ." 　　Having said this, she could no longer control herself; breast milk and vaginal fluid gushed out, her pure white skin flushed red , and she finally couldn't help but let out an alluring moan, collapsing onto the stage. 　　The audience below was still in shock. The cruel destruction of beautiful female adventurers, while not common in Hamlet, was not uncommon either.

But such a gruesome death is usually reserved for master-level players; even champion-level players rarely die like this… Now, a legendary-
level Ayanami has actually volunteered, and actually been approved?

There were no special privileges, no preferential treatment whatsoever. If there was anything special, it was Ayanami
's own request. Even the bone fragments and hair hidden within the flesh were to be destroyed by them, to ensure this beautiful and powerful girl could
completely disappear!

Ayanami was even more lewd and despicable than those other female beasts!

"Slut!" "Little whore!" "Pervert!" The men shouted as they surged towards the
girl who had already given up resisting. Her slender body was roughly lifted up. Ayanami's two orifices were already wet and had been explored; although delicate
like a virgin's, they could still easily swallow two penises. Through the thin flesh of her vagina and intestines,
she could even feel the two penises roughly churning and colliding inside her.

"Arrived in Hamlet in March, became a legend in November, a genius... haha, a genius little idiot!"

"Ah... oh, yes, Ayanami... a genius little idiot..." the man scolded, his
hands, which were holding her buttocks, were also restlessly kneading them. The man thrusting into her anus was kneading her breasts. The petite Ayanami was
sandwiched between two men who were over 1.8 meters tall, like a sandwich.

"Ah... ah... so good, Ayanami... I'm filled..." "Little slut, your moans aren't very
good. Is it because your moans are too bad that you're going to be destroyed?" "Ah... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Ayanami
isn't slutty enough, not lewd enough... Ayanami... ahhh!" She submitted to the men's insults. But she knew
it wasn't like that. When His tentacles penetrated Ayanami's two holes, He would always praise how alluring Ayanami's moans were
.

"The awkward moans of a girl with no personality are just so amazing!" He would even listen to Ayanami's screams for a while
before completely penetrating her with his tentacles.

"No slut is as despicable as you, little Ayanami. At least the bitches who were destroyed like you knew
to ask for something left behind. How could you be so despicable?" *Slap*, a slap landed on Ayanami's small breasts. The painful
pleasure made her scream and spurt out milk. At the same time, a stream of semen poured into her anus. But before she could fully
savor it, another man filled her again with his burning penis.

"Ayanami... Ayanami just feels... Waaaaaah... Ah..." She whimpered, and sure enough,
the man's ravaging became even more vigorous. "Ayanami... is a samurai... must... Ahhh!! Must obey the lord's
rules... Waaaaah..." Ayanami was a samurai from an eastern island nation. Exiled to this unfamiliar
land and becoming an adventurer, she did not give up practicing her chivalry. But ultimately, she
stopped at Hamlet.

He was an Old God, an indescribable, unfathomable Old God. Yet this Old God desired
a better life for humanity, feared the evil beneath Hamlet would destroy the land?

So, though puzzled by the Old God's definition of "a better life," she still
threw herself into the fight against evil for a meager reward… and then, became mired in it all.

Ayanami knew she couldn't escape, and she didn't want to. This licentious life was actually quite
blissful. And the people of Hamlet, as the Old God had promised, lived prosperous lives.

Therefore, Ayanami not only offered the Old God her heart as a supreme deity, but also her loyalty as her lord
, and her body as the master who possessed her.

"Don't joke around, you little bitch. Everyone knows Miss Cordelied never
gives orders by force; it's all you sluts who volunteer." "You little slut, watch me fill your womb!" "Ughhhhh!!"

Her short vagina was pierced by a large, hard rod, the glans stretching open her uterus and filling it directly with white fluid.
A feeling of defilement welled up in Ayanami's heart. But soon, other men raped her
womb again.

"No... ah... yes... Ayanami... Ayanami is too lewd... too cute... being cute is a sin,
Ayanami should be... destroyed... ughhhhh!!!" She was penetrated again, the men rhythmically
penetrating both her holes. Those who were still enjoying themselves lined up while hand-washing, then shot their thick semen onto her firm
abs and her soft, tender breasts. It then flowed into her collarbone cleavage, and some even
used her silky hair to masturbate, dyeing her moonlight-like long hair white.

They would never know that Ayanami wasn't actually that despicable.

This warrior, bearing the name of a demon, though seemingly fearless and unyielding in the face of any enemy, was
n't actually that fiercely passionate. Instead, she was more indifferent, emotionless, like a cactus that
could survive even when left unattended. She wasn't like her sisters, blinded by lust
, yearning for the ultimate, one-time ecstasy. No, Ayanami felt she wasn't entirely without desire, just
not to the point of needing to destroy herself in such a drastic way.

But that day, he spoke to her. More than a divine being, he seemed like an ordinary man, a male
, a male greedily craving Ayanami.

"Ayanami…" she felt his tentacles were gentler than any man's arm. The hormonally pungent
slime, like semen, satisfied her. Even the eyes growing from her flesh walls possessed a greater greed
and love.

Although being gang-raped as a prostitute in the tavern was comfortable, being tormented by tentacles was definitely more suitable for Ayanami
.

So she kissed the tentacle in front of her, but he seemed to feel a little guilty and avoided it.

"Master?" He didn't want Ayanami to serve him as a believer. All legendary adventurers had to call
him Master, not Lord. Ayanami didn't think it was anything special. Until this moment.

"Ayanami... I want to destroy you." "Eh?" "I mean, I want to completely destroy you,
destroy you without leaving a single bone or a single hair... Ah..." He seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have.

But Ayanami didn't care. She held the tentacle in her arms and gently stroked it, saying, "Yes, if Master likes
it, Ayanami will apply right away... Ah, or does Master want to destroy Ayanami now?" Actually, Ayanami
herself was a little surprised by her own decisiveness.

Because, logically speaking, shouldn't she have wondered if she was being disliked? If her master had found someone new and
no longer needed her? After all, a person should have some survival instinct… although female animals like them
often overcame this instinct. But Ayanami hadn't expected to agree so naturally.

He was a god, so He saw a momentary hesitation. Then His tentacles gently wrapped around Ayanami's body,
sucking and playing with her breasts with their suction cups. "Ayanami… I want to completely destroy you."

"Hmm… if Master commands." "No, Ayanami… I want to completely destroy you." And then
she smiled. Ayanami smiled sweetly, as if immersed in immense happiness.

"Yes, Master, Ayanami wants to accept the punishment of destruction. Please destroy Ayanami, Master!" So, Ayanami
actually wanted to shout to these men. No, He really wanted to destroy Ayanami. That great being
actually had a desire for Ayanami's body! She also wanted to tell these men… unlike the other female beasts
, tomorrow morning, the one who would torture, execute, and destroy Ayanami wouldn't be an ordinary executioner, but an ancient god himself
!

However… how could their mortal wisdom possibly comprehend the thoughts of a female beast enlightened by an ancient god?

Time passed quickly, and soon Ayanami could no longer scream. The man standing on the platform gagged
her with his penis. Then, at Ayanami's signal, someone else used a rope to strangle her slender neck. Although not
completely suffocated, the painful pleasure still accelerated her energy depletion. At first, she could still hold onto
the man with both hands, clamp her legs around his waist, and even actively sway her body. But soon Ayanami's limbs
slumped down like noodles, and her three orifices gradually lost their strength. With each thrust, her filled uterus
and anus began to overflow with semen. The brutal gang rape continued until midnight, when Ayanami was
thrown into a pool of semen and vaginal fluid like a garbage bag. Her stockings were torn in places, her leg flesh
bulging out like sausages bursting from their casings. Her legs were clenched tightly, trembling slightly, her still-open orifices
releasing a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. Ayanami lay on her side, her long, white hair a pillow,
semen spilling from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a broken rag doll.

And in reality, she would soon be destroyed.

The guard pushed open the door.

"Is death row inmate Ayanami here?" "...Yes," Ayanami said weakly. The guard glanced greedily at
the girl covered in semen. He was actually among the gang rapers. So the guard was completely certain that this girl would not resist
. Ayanami obediently put on the shackles and was then taken away by the guard like a chicken.

In the following days, Ayanami would be chained to the cold night wind, naked except for a
scarf and a pair of tattered stockings. This would be the pre-execution treatment. The executioners would thoroughly wash her body and
feed her some liquid nutrition. During this process, Ayanami would be suspended 30cm off the ground with her hands bound by iron chains
, and all night long, the executioners would keep her conscious with cold water… though these things
meant nothing to her.

She was simply waiting expectantly for the sunrise at seven o'clock. The continuous cold water, whipping
, and even needle pricks were mostly for show, to let everyone know that Ayanami was being cruelly
tortured without resistance. Or perhaps, it was so they could enjoy her beautiful voice, because Ayanami…
would soon be gone.

Dawn and death drew ever closer, and Ayanami felt His gaze upon her more and more… that longing,
Ayanami could feel it. It is said that saints who are close to the gods can hear their will. At this moment,
what echoes in her ears is undoubtedly His whisper. His thoughts, too vast and too immense,
resonate simply by their existence. And Ayanami, who has had direct contact with the ancient god, can feel His will in this echo.

Many of Ayanami's companions perished at Hamlet's hands, mostly not in the course of their adventures. He does indeed
experience this kind of excitement when executing women, but Ayanami has never felt the ancient god's will so intensely.

He wants Ayanami to obediently accept destruction, to die a tragic and utter death, to be erased cleanly and without a trace.

He wants to greedily devour and possess Ayanami through this method… The noble god, with naked greed,
makes the insignificant believer tremble with ecstasy.

Finally, the sun rises.

"Ah…" Ayanami raises her head and cries out in alarm. The guards are startled—such chains cannot
stop a legendary adventurer's outburst. But he soon realized that Ayanami was merely looking up in the direction of the rising sun,
where there seemed to be a strange person on the street, but he vanished in an instant.

Only Ayanami knew that He had come. He wouldn't use anyone else; He would destroy Ayanami himself… What
joy, what despair, what happiness!

The guards, lacking spiritual vision, couldn't perceive His presence at all, but Ayanami could feel it. Accompanied by the warm morning
sun, His tiny tentacles appeared from nothingness, gently caressing Ayanami's delicate skin. Carefully selecting
the marks of the whipping, healing the parts He considered unattractive, while preserving the beautiful ones. The tiny tentacles penetrated
into her moon-like long hair, washing away the semen. Ayanami knew that He loved her long hair the most, and although He also
loved filling Ayanami with semen, He always kept her hair clean… But soon, Ayanami would be completely
destroyed, along with the pinkish-white moonlight…

The onlookers gradually gathered. Ayanami felt those burning gazes once more, and
among them was the one she loved most… her master, her god.

The executioners brought by Lady Cordeid, though numerous, were in reality His flesh and blood incarnations
. She was speaking to the audience when, at that moment, one of the executioners unlocked Ayanami's chains, and she
fell into His embrace.

"...So, Miss Ayanami. It has been confirmed that you did indeed publicly accept bestiality in the slums,"
He, acting as judge, said. "Thirteen stray dogs, is that right?" "Yes, Ayanami did indeed actively seduce stray dogs in the slums five days ago
. Bestiality occurred in public." Those were certainly not ordinary stray dogs. That day, Ayanami…
Ayanami was simply helping the orphans in the slums. But afterwards, guided by His whispers, she arrived at the slum
's market. Upon seeing the stray dog-like tentacles, she understood His intentions. And so, on that day, the renowned
swordswoman Ayanami was filled with semen by a pack of stray dogs at the slum's flea market.

He wanted to ravage her, humiliate her, expose her madness to the public, not because He loathed Ayanami
, but because He felt Ayanami's charm should be displayed to everyone. Ayanami resisted slightly, but a devout
believer, a submissive lover, could never resist His will! And now, this became the cause of her
death.

"Very well, then, according to your voluntary application, I hereby pronounce the sentence: the criminal Ayanami, stripped of her human rights and reduced
to livestock. To prevent further deterioration, I agree to the criminal Ayanami's application to withdraw, and Ayanami will be immediately
destroyed. I regret, Miss, that you cannot turn back." But neither she nor He wanted to turn back.

So Ayanami knelt respectfully before him, kissing his insteps and protruding her alabaster buttocks. She
loudly proclaimed, "I, Ayanami, voluntarily relinquish my human rights, degrading myself to the status of a female animal, and request the immediate and
complete destruction of this female animal, Ayanami. As compensation… Ayanami is willing to offer all her possessions and her own body." Cordeillenis approached
, her gaze towards Ayanami filled with deep envy and pity. Ayanami understood
—no matter how favored she was at this moment, she would soon be completely erased. He would, of course, remember
her, but this favor would no longer be worthy of her; it would only fall to her other sisters.

"I, Cordeillenis, in the name of Viscount Hamlet, accept your request." A slave contract was handed
to Ayanami. What was written on it was no longer important. She signed her name with a quill pen and affixed
her fingerprint. As a female slave, she also had to have her most important parts imprinted. Her breasts and mons
pubis were painted with gold paint and then imprinted as her ultimate record.

In this way, Ayanami was no longer the Sword Saint Ayanami. She was now "Female Slave HS-02483 (Abandoned
)"

. Her height and measurements were recorded. The artist simply sketched Ayanami's outline and used
magic to record her appearance, fingerprints, breast imprints, and mons pubis imprints. Next was the rating of her flesh quality. For no reason,
her legendary status and Hamlet's environment earned her an S-grade flesh quality rating. Theoretically, this would become data for her sale and material for her capture after an escape. However, that was no longer possible
for Ayanami . 　　Next was a small, silver slave collar, perfectly fitting her delicate neck. Like the ones her sisters wore, the exquisite craftsmanship was not something an ordinary slave could possess. Looking at it, she vaguely felt that this collar was actually a wedding ring. 　　*Click.* 　　The moment the clasp locked, magic melted the silver, sealing the gap, making the small silver ring impossible to remove. 　　Next came the red-hot branding iron. 　　Her fair skin trembled slightly, but He could see the longing in Ayanami's eyes, and the branding iron kissed her perfect, tender skin without hesitation. 　　"Ah…" Accompanied by a soft moan, the finest flesh was branded, releasing an alluring aroma. 　　Ayanami's slender body writhed and twisted from the stimulation of the branding iron, yet it didn't seem like she was trying to avoid it. It was as if the heat of the branding iron gave her not pain, but pleasure. 　　First came the slave's number, then the female animal's brand, and finally, a cross was branded onto her number, indicating she was a discarded slave and had to be destroyed immediately. 　　"Master… Master…" she looked at her master with pleading eyes. And His hand seemed to reach out from the dawn. It was hell for others, but for Ayanami, it was a guide to bliss. 　　Although she was reduced to slavery, she wouldn't be further bound. This was a characteristic of Hamlet; the female animals tortured here, the female slaves auctioned off, were all completely voluntary. So Ayanami would walk towards her own instrument of torture. 　　It was an open Iron Maiden. 　　Ayanami didn't care how she would be executed or destroyed. She only knew that it was the first time He had such a strong craving to torture and kill a woman, so as long as it was Him, it didn't matter how. Leaning against the cold steel, she stood in the Iron Maiden. 　　"This is the Iron Maiden specially made to punish Miss Ayanami..." It was Cordeidor's voice, explaining the mechanism to the audience, but Ayanami wasn't listening. She simply leaned quietly against the cold steel. Then she felt a warm flesh creep up from the soles of her feet. 　　It was Him. The indescribable, nameless, ancient god of flesh and blood, her master, her executioner. 　　She understood what He meant. 　　Cordelied was just talking nonsense; there were no sophisticated machines or rotating mechanisms involved. The Iron Maiden's primary function was simply to prevent anyone from seeing its tentacles—although it was a benevolent deity , the biggest difference between ancient gods and other gods was that ancient gods were powerful beings who truly represented a certain truth in the universe , and directly confronting the truth without preparation would at least lead to madness. 　　The heavy, cold iron door slowly, slowly closed, blocking out the morning sunlight. Ayanami took one last look at the azure sky, realizing this was the last time. She waved at the crack as a farewell, and then the Iron Maiden's sharp spikes pressed against her tender skin, as if to pierce her… but only as if. 　　They were its soft, wet tentacles, greedily wrapping around Ayanami's wrists and ankles, climbing up her limbs, coiling around her breasts like springs, and then greedily opening its small mouth to suckle at Ayanami's nipples. She skillfully and obediently parted her legs, and several tentacles spiraled into her, gently and greedily entering her two orifices. Her flat abdomen quickly bulged, and Ayanami felt the tentacles colliding inside her uterus; her abdominal cavity was almost completely filled. But this was only the beginning. Tentacles extending from behind wrapped around her waist, their hairy, tongue-like tips licking her navel. 　　Tiny tentacles slipped through the gap between the silver collar and her skin, wrapping around her neck, tightening as if as a reminder, barely taking a breath away. Then, His tentacles, like a man's hand...

He stroked her long hair with affection, wiping her face.

"I thought you'd at least hesitate a little," his voice echoed in her ear. At the same time, Ayanami
's sensitive earlobe felt a stimulation as if it were being sucked, making her gentle smile somewhat flustered.

"Because Master's desire is overflowing." Her slender fingers were also wrapped by tiny tentacles.

Ayanami opened her mouth; she could communicate with Him without words. So she took the tentacle into her mouth.
The process of inserting it into her throat was slightly uncomfortable, but her wanton female body quickly masked the discomfort.

Ayanami still didn't know how she would be executed, but she definitely felt the danger. Her intuition from years of battlefield
experience told her the possible way she would die. These ever-changing tentacles had completely controlled her; they could
shoot out spikes, mimicking a real Iron Maiden, piercing her. They could unleash unparalleled force, crushing Ayanami into
dust, not even giving her time to scream. They could also open their sharp teeth, tearing and gnawing at her flesh bit by bit.

There were all sorts of other ways… Ayanami was too lazy to think about them anymore; she just needed to leave everything to him.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…” This foreplay of execution was the tentacles’ intense sexual intercourse. Ayanami arched her neck,
opened her eyes wide, and moaned silently. The tentacle deep inside her throat was slowly pulled out; she knew it was because He wanted to
hear her moans again.

“Ahhh! Master… Master… Ayanami… is going to burst… Ughhhhhh,
Master is going to pierce Ayanami’s stomach!! Ughhhhhh!!” To outsiders, it sounded like
the pitiful cries of this lovely girl being pierced by the sharp spikes of the Iron Virgin. They couldn’t hear the words, but they could tell that this lewd beast
was clearly not in any pain.

But He was indeed meticulously torturing Ayanami. Tentacles extended protrusions, rubbing her intestines, penetrating deep into her body
. The spiral began to rotate, scraping her vagina, the tentacles piercing her uterus, swelling, impacting,
dislodging the top of her uterus from its original position. This intense stimulation made her abdomen, with its defined abs, feel as if a
python was writhing wildly.

"Ugh, Master… my insides… ah…" If it were an ordinary person, their insides would have been torn apart by now
, but not Ayanami. She was enveloped by His divine grace; the torture wouldn't kill her easily… He
wouldn't allow her to die so simply.

Ayanami throbbed as if electrocuted, like an eel plunged into boiling water.
The impact to her uterus quickly caused her to lose control of her bladder, overflowing with holy fluid. He also deliberately released the suction cups on her nipples,
contracting the tentacles to massage Ayanami's breasts, causing milk to gush out.

"Ah… Eh? Master! Ahhh!" Ayanami suddenly screamed.

She had been pierced.

A tentacle inserted into her anus suddenly transformed into a sharp piercing rod, piercing her rectum!

"This is just the beginning." "Ugh...yes...Master, please...torture Ayanami, break Ayanami!"

"Ughhhhhh!!!" The tentacles wrapped around her waist tightened, while the tentacles filling her body swelled.
She felt a pain as if her internal organs were being shattered. This pain caused her uterus to spasm and reach orgasm. She was stimulated
to the point of almost fainting, but His torment quickly brought her back to consciousness.

The ecstasy and praise were beyond human comprehension...but this joy was still what Ayanami wanted to
offer Him, so she could understand.

Crack

"Ughhhhhh?!?" Something was broken?

It was a finger.

Ayanami's fingers, slender like newly sprouted jade shoots, were now twisted by the delicate tentacles,
the finger bones broken.

"Oh..." The familiar stinging pain was the sharp spikes that pierced her body. They pierced her from the base of her breasts and
emerged from her back.

Before tormenting her further, He carefully gave her time to savor the experience. He even wiped
the cold sweat from her forehead.

"I like it… Master… I like it." Ayanami's words were ambiguous; it was unclear whether she liked this torture or
liked him, or perhaps both. However, it was clear that Ayanami thoroughly enjoyed this torture.

She knew her bones would be broken one by one, her body twisted into strange shapes, and that
she would be pierced and drained of her last drop of blood, just like in the ordinary Iron Maiden. And He guaranteed that
she wouldn't die easily, but would have ample life to endure this meticulous torment.

"Ah… Ah… Master!" Inside the narrow Iron Maiden, transformed and eroded by the flesh and blood of the ancient god, it became
a space like a fleshy cavity. The petite and delicate girl's body was tortured, bent, and rotated, as if it
weren't a real living person, but a piece of soft clay. There was no ugly scene of bones piercing flesh. Under
the power of the ancient god, Ayanami's bones were meticulously shattered; she felt as if she had become a boneless ball of flesh.

Her spine must have been broken, because Ayanami's waist was bent backward at more than 80 degrees, but she
could still feel the pain throughout her body, because it was the power of the god. She felt that her ribs were also broken, because
the ancient god, in the midst of his fun, had just folded her up, compressing her into a small ball of flesh. Ayanami thought that if it were a human, even a
legendary adventurer, it would be impossible to survive being compressed so small. A girl who was 152 cm tall, compressed into
a space the size of two computer cases, would definitely have broken bones and internal organs compressed. A normal person would definitely die.

And her body had already been pierced again and again. As if to savor it, tiny spikes
started from her limbs and gradually spread to her torso, piercing her through. But sometimes, like a greedy child, it couldn't resist
tasting the delicious belly meat, breast meat, and buttock meat first. Finally, Ayanami was hung by the noose, her limbs could
no longer move, and she could not struggle but experience the suffocation of hanging. But she wasn't worried at all, because He
would never let her die so easily. Sure enough, the piercing rod inserted into her chrysanthemum bud started working again. Ayanami discovered that
as long as she wrapped her chrysanthemum and internal organs around the piercing rod, she could briefly gain a chance to breathe. However, the smooth,
bony tentacle piercing rod couldn't hold her at all, and she would soon fall back down, only
getting another chance when the piercing rod rose again.

She experienced the feeling of being pierced by the rod; no wonder so many of her sisters chose to be pierced and executed.

Ayanami's body grew increasingly agitated, yet increasingly pale; her milky skin gradually lost its luster, appearing
somewhat ashen… She knew it was because her blood was running dry.

What she didn't know was how shocking her long and meticulous execution appeared to outsiders.

All the onlookers saw was Ayanami's incessant moans, the Iron Maiden trembling intermittently, and blood gushing
like a stream into the designated crucible. This crucible was also prepared for the complete destruction of Ayanami.

Not even a single drop of blood was allowed to remain naturally in the world; her body had to be completely destroyed. For this purpose
, the crucible contained molten silver. The crimson blood, upon falling into the pot, was evaporated and vaporized, and any remaining residue
was swallowed by the sacred silver, completing the final purification. This cruel torture continued for some time.
Afterward, Ayanami's blood had been drained, but a milky, fragrant
liquid continued to slowly flow from the stone trough beneath the Iron Maiden. People guessed it must be Ayanami's breast milk and vaginal fluid. It seemed that even after the blood was drained, this wanton
woman still had other fluids flowing out.

Those nearby could hear the sound of bones cracking in Ayanami's seductive moans. They speculated
about the mysterious machinery inside the Iron Maiden, while betting on how long a legendary swordswoman like Ayanami could endure.

Then Ayanami's voice abruptly stopped. The

Iron Maiden's door opened automatically.

The beautiful swordswoman collapsed like a boneless worm, falling to the ground, her limbs bent
, clearly every bone shattered, twisted in bizarre directions. Even her head was twisted
behind her back. Thin steel needles pierced through vital parts of her body, some broken inside, but the
piercing holes did not diminish Ayanami's beauty. The girl was like a broken puppet.

"Female beast HS-02483 has been confirmed to have been tortured and executed. Next, she will be disposed of."
The executioner said, grabbing Ayanami's hair and lifting the limp girl. People noticed that although
the torture Ayanami had endured was more horrific than that of the girls previously destroyed, her expression clearly showed that she
had exhausted her last breath in a beautiful climax.

Ayanami was placed on a dissection table. Heads began to move. Inside the Iron Maiden, no one could clearly see
the torture the girl, Sword Saintess, had endured, but now, at this distance, they could see it more clearly.

"Hmm?" The executioner seemed to have noticed something, smiling and shrugging. "It doesn't matter much." He said softly
.

"Oh! Hollyshit! She's still alive!" those closer exclaimed.

Indeed, even with her limbs reduced to noodles and ribs clearly piercing her lungs, her firm breasts
still undulated slightly. Lying supine on the dissection table, Ayanami blinked, her lips moving weakly
.

"It's all the same anyway. Perhaps vivisection is more suitable for this slut!" The executioner slapped Ayanami's mons pubis
, clearly stimulating her to another climax, but her mutilated body could no longer respond to her frenzied
, lewd spirit. Her juices only dampened her inner thighs, not gushing forth.

For a slut like Ayanami, the latter was the norm.

But it didn't matter anymore. She might be a powerful, legendary adventurer, perhaps kind yet lewd, perhaps
beautiful and gentle, perhaps she had rejected a confession from someone among the onlookers, perhaps she had saved others in perilous adventures
. But now it didn't matter; she was just a piece of meat, and nominally, raw garbage to be disposed of.

But Ayanami was happy; Her divine power allowed her to experience the pleasure of being dissected in her dying body.

Her arms were slashed open, shattered bones were brutally removed, and then severed.
After all four limbs were treated this way, Ayanami became a human stump. Her bone fragments were burned to ashes and then thrown into
the molten silver in the crucible, along with her blood. Her flesh was sliced into pieces, skewered, and roasted. This flesh would be used to reward
the executioners who had worked hard all day, and onlookers who were willing to pay could buy skewers and savor
the delicious flesh of this legendary adventurer.

Afterward, Her incarnation as an executioner dissected Ayanami's abdomen. The semen that had been injected by the tentacles earlier filled her
uterus and intestines, even bursting her vagina, but after opening her abdomen,
the essence of the ancient god was no longer visible—which was to be expected, after all, it was the essence of the ancient god. But once the abdominal cavity was opened, the ravaged and
torn internal organs had become pieces of flesh and fragments, unrecognizable from their original form. Ayanami watched as her liver,
intestines, and lungs were carelessly ripped apart and thrown to the gathered wild dogs.

"How wonderful," she thought. To the audience, this was the degrading torture of a once noble woman
, a surreal experience that felt novel and surreal. As for Ayanami… she knew she was being disintegrated, devoured
, and becoming a part of Him. Perhaps in this way, as a mortal destined to decay, she could finally
stay by His side for a long time…

The executioners continued for a long time, Ayanami's breasts, buttocks, abdomen, loin, and tenderloin… bit by bit,
being removed. The onlookers praised in astonishment, never expecting Hamlet's executioners to be so
skilled at cooking such beautiful flesh. But only a few were fortunate enough to taste it. The executioners, as if showing off,
offered only a small portion of Ayanami's flesh, letting everyone envy their own feast.

At noon, Ayanami had completely vanished; her flesh and blood had been devoured, her marrow drained, and
her bone fragments thrown into the silver liquid. Her beautiful head, too, was unexpectedly destroyed. In front of everyone, Cordeidor
refused the Earl's request, who happened to be passing by. Her reasoning was quite valid—if Hamlet couldn't
handle her funeral arrangements according to the legendary adventurer's wishes, how could she expect more adventurers to join?

So the executioners used Ayanami's sword to slit her temples, cooked her white brains, and ate them.

Then, a vicious executioner kissed and sucked out Ayanami's eyes, swallowing the pair of rubies. Afterwards,
someone cut off her tongue. And her mutilated head, like the other remains, was thrown into the cauldron.

Hair, blood, flesh, bones—everything about Ayanami as a human being was destroyed in the molten silver.
This pot of silver was then used to cast a 1:5 scale Ayanami doll. After being refined by a silversmith...
The doll was incredibly lifelike; even the vulva and breasts were replicas of the imprints left by her in life. It was
as if Ayanami herself had been shrunk and solidified.

But none of this changed the fact that Ayanami had been completely destroyed.

*** *** Epilogue *** ***

"I really didn't expect my master to treat that child like this," Cordelied said with a smile.

She was the woman closest to God, and also the woman least respectful of God. Because she was the first
woman to come into contact with the Old God. She knew that her master didn't desire a submissive saintess.

That lazybones wouldn't personally manage Hamlet! With the Pope around, it would be useless if he didn't use him!

A muffled murmur came from the void.

"So you really intend to completely destroy Ayanami like this? Hehe." Cordelied understood
the Old God better than Ayanami. That child's pure and innocent heart only thought of dedication, fusion, and satisfying even His momentary
impulses... Such a child, He couldn't resist.

However, such a child is also the least threatening. His constant mutterings about modernization are not something
a child who only knows obedience and sacrifice could accomplish. Besides, Cordeidor felt that
it was perfectly normal for an indescribably great being like an ancient god to have a harem. She just needed to do her job as the head steward. She

even avoided vying for the position of the main wife, lest she incur true divine punishment.

An annoyed sigh echoed from the void, clearly frustrated with its own lack of self-control. A moment of impulsiveness,
coupled with the special effect of Ayanami's unresisting nature, had destroyed her just like that!

"Don't worry, we can still let her explore high-level dungeons while hiding her identity, or we can just lock
her up in the dungeon and keep her like a cat. And even if she's discovered, it's not a big deal! After all, executing a legendary-level beautiful female
adventurer and destroying her is far more terrifying... Okay, okay, calm down, dear Ancient God~ Ayanami
was just destroyed, it would be too disappointing for her to be resurrected now, wouldn't it? Let that little slut die properly for a while, won't it
?" "Hehe... Want to punish me? Sure... My great Lord, please punish me and
destroy me!" "Ahahahaha, no, tickling isn't enough! God! Save me
!"

[The End]

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