Down with the Royalty

The stone walls surrounding the chamber were adorned with a dazzling array of torture devices, exuding a faint scent of rust and blood. The rough wooden floor beneath and the ceiling above, besides a dim chandelier, were studded with protruding anchor points. Some of these points held thick, sturdy chains, some even bearing traces of blood. In the very center of the torture chamber… hung a seductive woman. She was completely naked save for a metal blindfold and a gag with a long, thick dildo inside. Tears and saliva trickled from the edges of the blindfold and gag, tracing paths down her flushed, alluring, and exquisitely beautiful face. Iron shackles firmly secured her wrists and the back of her neck, forcing her elbows outwards to their extreme limit, exposing the moist, yielding flesh of her armpits, slick with sweat and exuding a seductive fragrance. Due to the prolonged restraint, the tender skin of her wrists and slender neck had been constricted to a horrifying deep purple. Connected to the shackles was a thick iron chain, extending upwards towards her [X_X], its length precisely calibrated so that the woman could only barely keep her feet, exquisitely tender and beautiful, tensed and pointed to reach a few stacked, oval stone bricks on the floor, their surfaces coated in slippery lubricant. A single misstep, and the precariously stacked bricks would crumble and slide, sending her entire weight crashing down onto her slender neck as she dangled completely unsupported. It was certain that if her sensitive, jade-like feet, which had been tensed for an unknown duration, their muscles already purple and trembling with exhaustion, were to falter even slightly, she would face a desperate [X_X] of self-inflicted execution. "Mmmph… mmmph…" The woman emitted muffled, mournful cries. Every muscle in her body was forced into a constant state of tension. Seductive sweat streamed down her body, her tender skin, crisscrossed with whip marks and bruises, trembling uncontrollably, making her appear pitifully vulnerable. Her lower body, a pair of perfectly rounded, high-set [X_X] buttocks, no longer showed any trace of their original fair complexion. The firm flesh of her buttocks was a deep, dark purple-red, interspersed with streaks of pale yellow semen, a testament to the "glorious victories" left behind by various acts of torture. The woman's [X_X] was tightly plugged with a monstrous, cone-shaped [X_X], the gag already showing signs of being pushed outwards, as if she were at the very brink of expulsion. Her lower abdomen was slightly distended, and upon closer inspection, one could almost hear the tumultuous, lewd churning of her [X_X] and excrement within her belly. Her luscious [X_X] was filled with a pear-shaped speculum, her parted, tender [X_X] opening struggling to close, while [X_X] and still-wet [X_X] continuously flowed down her thighs… Strangely, beneath the woman's crotch, in addition to her two orifices, was a thick, long [X_X] no less impressive than a man's. It was currently encased in an airtight, full-coverage metal chastity device, a veritable iron maiden, with visible welding marks at the seams. The entire device vibrated furiously, occasionally erupting with terrifying blue-green electrical sparks. Her two delicate yet incredibly sensitive futa testicles were treated more simply: a highly resilient fishing line was crudely tied around them. The smooth, tender testicular flesh bulged through the gaps in the fishing line, appearing as if it would burst between the strands. At the end of the fishing line hung an iron ball weighing a full 10 kilograms, pulling her tender testicles downwards with immense force. It was not difficult to surmise the source of the woman's tearful agony. On her upper body, a pair of plump [X_X], covered in scarlet whip marks, were exposed to the air, thick with lust and the desire to inflict pain. Her tender, erect nipples constantly exuded thin streams of thick, smooth breast milk. Her left [X_X] had been pierced and adorned with a dog tag, still bearing fresh bloodstains. Written on it in blood-red ink was: [Meat Livestock Sow Chiyori]. "Haaah… Mmmph… So… painful… My balls… so heavy… [X_X]… so stimulating, ooooh?!?!? My legs… are going to break… Haaah… Haaah… Mmmph, cough?! My neck? I'm… suffocating… My legs…?! I have to hold on… I'll die… My legs… Mmmph…" Chiyori struggled to maintain her posture, her voluptuous, seductive body writhing and trembling. Under the dim light, her skin, slick with seductive sweat that covered her entire body, reflected a greasy, lustrous sheen. The futa sorceress, relying on her astonishing willpower, could only barely maintain a hazy consciousness, minimally ensuring she wouldn't be strangled to death. Although the restraints on her body had long since transcended the realm of "sex" and become pure torture, the despair of being on the verge of death, with the constant threat of her [X_X] being crushed; the overwhelming urge to defecate, which she had been suppressing with all her might for days and had now reached its limit; and the inhuman treatment of her [X_X], all provided the sadomasochistic sorceress Chiyori with the ultimate psychological [X_X] and satisfaction. After all, she had willingly come to be Qian Gui Ji's meat toy. Not long after feeling that this time the main course was sufficiently intense and she had come to the right place, she had been roughly knocked unconscious during a placement and training session and tied up somewhere unknown. She had no idea where she was, but fortunately, her captor seemed to know her preferences and continuously found new ways to torment her body, making her days somewhat bearable… "Eek?! [X_X]…!? I… can't hold on anymore… so full… Mmmph…" Just as Chiyori was about to lose consciousness, a tumultuous sensation of defecation from her rear, like a punch to the gut, forcefully pulled her back to reality.