The Fall of the High and Mighty Goddess

"Where do you think you're going, dark witch? You're as good as dead once you're hit by my holy arrow of light!" The voice was melodious, emanating from a girl in a hooded cloak, her face obscured. She stood at the entrance of a desolate ancient ruin. Steep cliffs surrounded them, with weeds and bushes obscuring everything in sight. The only path forward was into the ancient ruins. The girl's name was Anshelis, a reincarnation of the daughter of the God-Emperor of Light. Even in her human form, her power was less than a tenth of what it once was, yet she was confident that her divine light made her invincible in the mortal realm. She was currently tracking a dark witch who had committed grave sins in the divine realm. Due to a treaty between the gods and demons, neither could interfere in the mortal world. To gain more votes from her sisters in the upcoming election for the next God-Emperor, Anshelis chose to descend to the mortal realm in this reincarnation to capture the dark witch. "Heh, interesting. You're not planning to come out, are you? Then I'll be going in. If I catch you, you'll have hell to pay." Anshelis pulled back her hood, her three thousand strands of dark hair dancing in the wind, her peerlessly beautiful face enough to shame heaven and earth. Her white leather boots, peeking out from her brown robe, were adorned with small golden flowers, making them exceptionally lovely. She walked in high-heeled white leather boots, her "clack-clack" footsteps on the gravel echoing loudly in the silent mountain peak. She strolled leisurely, unhurriedly, towards the entrance of the ancient ruins. Anshelis was not in a hurry at all, for the dark witch, struck by her soul-shattering holy arrow of light, was already a candle in the wind. She wasn't afraid of any tricks the cunning dark witch might pull. If she hadn't been ordered to capture her alive, Anshelis would have instantly eliminated her, not let it drag on this long. Anshelis looked back. It was a full-body suit resembling a human form. That's not quite right, as it was entirely composed of latex restraints and buckle closures. "Now, let's put this on first. I'll teach you how to wear it." Following the mirror's instructions, Anshelis opened all the buckles and clasped rings on the restraints. Then, she pressed her entire body against it. "Dark Witch Master, this is an outfit called a latex restraint suit. It's very easy to put on." Following the mirror's instructions, Anshelis brought her legs, clad in the mare's hoof boots, together. Then, she fastened three palm-sized restraints on her thighs, covering almost the entire thigh area. Anshelis tightened them one by one, inserting them into the lock holes between her legs and securing them. There were no restraints on her calves, as the mirror said to leave some space for Anshelis to walk normally. However, a chain forged from extraterrestrial meteorite was fastened to the ankle of the mare's hoof boots, and the chain was only twenty centimeters long. "This walking space is too small!" "It seems I haven't been obedient," she said, coming before me and squatting down, looking directly into my eyes. "That's right, student Lu'en must be a little uneasy in a new environment. I understand." Then... Instructor Elena yanked my nose ring and tightly fastened a leash, the kind used for dogs, to it. My nose ring was thus connected to this chain buckle through Instructor Elena's touch. As soon as Instructor Elena gently tugged the leash at the end, pulling the chain in the middle, my nose ring would be pulled without mercy. The pulling sensation on my nose forced me to extend the short, stubby thighs of my truncated limbs forward. "Hahaha, student Lu'en..." "The dog leash isn't attached to your neck, but to your nose ring. Rather than looking like a bitch, student Lu'en, you look more like a little heifer." Instructor Elena laughed heartily, without any reservation or consideration, mocking my current appearance. "Mmm... Guwuwu..." As for me, all I could do, and all I dared to do, was harbor resentment in my heart, along with a shame so profound I wanted to burrow into the ground. This strange building was vast, much larger than the laboratory at the Sacred Grace Academy. Yet, I saw no one else besides Instructor Elena and myself. "This is the Slave Headquarters building, and it's my home. No one can enter without my permission." Instructor Elena seemed to see through my confusion and answered me. Pulled tightly by the dog leash by Instructor Elena, I was forced to walk on my short, stubby "four legs" in the corridor in a dog-like prone posture. The interior of this building didn't resemble a prison for slaves; instead, it was magnificent, like a museum. It was a pity that my perspective was no different from that of a real dog, too low and too short to see much. If only my limbs were still intact... My mouth, dominated for a long time by the enormous black latex gag, was finally freed, causing me to cough dryly. I continuously moved my almost completely numb upper jaw and temporomandibular joint, restoring their original function.