Bondage, Imprisonment, Abuse

The clearing not far away was originally a small garden, but it had now been converted into a female farm, where nearly fifty selected women - mostly captured female adventurers, with a few of the best-looking ladies among the commoners - were restrained into a kneeling position in groups of four by cervical yokes and shackles secured to the ground, their ass cheeks branded with their number, forced to undergo masturbation, drugging, [X_X], and breast play. Branded with slave numbers on their ass cheeks, they are forced to undergo lactation, drugging, [X_X], breast manipulation... The mage and Knight Hime who were previously abused in the guild together with the Paid Maiden were locked up here. At this time, the Hime Knight's already rather proud huge . Breasts had already become even more erect during the half-month of conditioning, enough to be above E cup, and the two fat nipples . The head of her breasts had become much darker in color; the Goblins would forcefully give her the same kind of masturbation pills every day, but they would purposely not touch her lower body, only rubbing and kneading it. The kobolds would forcibly give her the same kind of pill every day, but deliberately did not touch her lower body, but only kneaded her breasts and teased her nipples. The only thing she could do was to rub her breasts and tease her nipples, so that the burning Knight could only use her own breasts to get satisfaction. After less than a week, her breasts had been transformed into more than a small breast. Her breasts were transformed into more sensitive sex organs than her little . Even with just a gentle twist of her nipples, Knight Hime was able to use her nipples to satisfy herself. Even with just a gentle twist of her nipples, Knight Hime was able to scream in lust and high . Eclipses, while squirting out a stream of sweet-smelling milk juice. And this was just the beginning, in the following days, every day at noon and evening, the kobolds would take a tin bucket, put it in front of the Knight, and then start to milk her, stimulating her milk-filled plump [X_X] in different ways, kneading, squeezing, and occasionally sucking it with their sharp-toothed mouths, and would not let her go for a while until they had accumulated a bucket full of it; and if the amount wasn't enough, then they would punish her breasts by any means possible, such as repeatedly poking them with steel needles. If the amount was not enough, they would try to punish her breasts, such as poking the Knight's nipples repeatedly with a steel needle or sticking a thin stick into them. If it's not enough, they will try to punish her breasts, such as poking her nipples repeatedly with steel pins, or inserting a thin stick. X_X] into her [X_X] roughly churning, or even with a wooden board to whip hard, by any means necessary to make the Knight squirt milk - these nutritious food will be fed to those kobolds' newborn babies, so that they will grow up quickly.

Despite her ragged breaths, the Saintess, physically stronger than the young priestess, arched her body with effort, dragging the priestess along. The elf at the rear, struggling to keep up, stretched her legs as if in a desperate race, her swollen, reddened breasts nearly brushing the priestess's back. She seemed oblivious to the stinging pain of the whips lashing her flesh, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Ah, at last, I can do something for you?" With every step they took, the bells fastened to their nipples chimed, a further humiliation. The surrounding goblins, of course, were a leering crowd, their vulgar jeers and curses rising in a cacophony. Their gazes, ravenous and eager to devour them whole, raked over the three women's bodies without pause. Restrained as they were, they could only endure, forcing their legs to move. It took nearly a quarter of an hour to cover the mere two hundred meters to the "execution ground" the goblins had spoken of. The open space was dotted with various types of restraints, only a few of which were empty. Most were occupied, holding women in various states of near-death, their consciousness blurred, or even the lifeless corpses of the unblinking dead. A chilling aura of dread washed over the three, causing them to shudder. The goblins unfastened their collars and shackles, then dragged the exhausted trio to a T-shaped rack. Without ceremony, they were bound to it with ropes, positioned for punishment. Their wrists were secured to the ends of the horizontal bar, their ankles lashed together to the base of the vertical post. Their breasts and groins were left completely exposed, their heads the only parts of their bodies capable of movement. The midday sun beat down mercilessly, and the three felt as if they were trapped in a steam bath. Soon, they were dizzy and bathed in a fine sheen of sweat. The perspiration further irritated their exposed whip marks, causing unbearable itching and stinging, yet there was no way to alleviate it. Only weak moans escaped their gagged mouths. Time crawled by, each moment an eternity of suffering for the three. Before long, the most delicate, the young priestess, had slipped into a semi-conscious state. The Saintess and the elf fared little better. Their entire weight bore down on their wrists and ankles, the rough hemp ropes digging deeply into their skin. Their limbs, circulation impaired, ached with increasing intensity. The sun blinded them, making it almost impossible to open their eyes. The surrounding goblins soon grew bored with mere observation. Some shouted insults, others picked up stones from the ground and playfully aimed them at the women's tender flesh. Many even gathered around them, stroking their own throbbing cocks and ejaculating streams of foul-smelling semen onto their bodies and faces, eliciting peals of laughter from their companions. Bound to the rack, the women had no chance to evade, forced to silently endure the flying filth, their throats occasionally emitting pained groans. Each time they twisted their bodies in a futile attempt to struggle, the copper bells fastened to their nipples would clang with a crisp sound, as if mocking them, drawing more jeers. After nearly two hours, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they were mercifully released from the racks. They collapsed onto the ground like dead dogs. Their bodies, dehydrated from prolonged exposure to the sun, had cracked lips, and their eyes held no spark of life. They allowed the goblins to drag them to the next instrument of torture.

The young priestess let out a pained whimper and stumbled forward, tears welling in her eyes. The saintess and the elf exchanged a furtive glance, then could only feign obedience and follow behind her, waiting for an opportunity to resist. Before long, the group arrived near a hastily cleared plaza. This had once been a humble village that lived by animal husbandry, but it had now been completely claimed by the goblins. The original buildings had been converted into goblin amusement facilities. Goblins were everywhere, preparing for a celebration, and women were bound by chains, subjected to the whims of their captors. Most of them were defeated adventurers or noble daughters from nearby towns. Without exception, they possessed beautiful faces and voluptuous figures, but they were all adorned with iron shackles and collars. Many bore slave numbers or lewd markings, clearly selected as sex slaves for the celebration's entertainment. Each woman was listless, their eyes devoid of any light. The "main course," the young priestess and her companions, were escorted to a makeshift prison cell to be temporarily held before their "training performance" at the celebration. Perhaps victory had gone to their heads, as only a few idle goblins stood guard near the cell, engrossed in dull conversations about women and food, completely oblivious to the three's unusual behavior. "Hey, are... are you alright?" the elf asked, looking at the flushed saintess with concern, her voice lowered. "I know there are ways to use magic, but you look really strange? Is it some kind of embarrassing side effect?" "Ugh, mmph—" The saintess struggled to keep her moans from being too loud, breathing in short gasps. Her nipples, encased in the magic-nullifying rings, had already become quite prominent, pushing out from her areolas. "No, it's not a side effect of the ritual, haa— I'm really trying to pray for a miracle, and I'm almost there," her voice faltered for a moment as she looked at her breasts, her face growing even redder. "It's just, these two rings seem to tighten when they sense magic, constantly stimulating them, ha, haa... It's like someone is kneading my nipples from the inside out, ooooh—" As she spoke, two streams of slightly yellowish milk seeped from her [X_X], spurting out uncontrollably like an orgasm. The pleasure made the saintess's mind hazy. "So, oowoo... it's hard to concentrate..." The elf's face also turned crimson, and she turned her head away. "Don't push yourself, there has to be another way—" "Ughhh—" The saintess suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, her ample breasts jiggling unconsciously. The immense magic gained from sacrificing her life force instantly flooded her body. Even with the powerful magic-nullifying effect of the two rings, they couldn't suppress it immediately. The saintess was able to use a portion of her power briefly, but the price was an excruciating pain in her nipples, as if the rings were about to sever them. She forcefully broke the ropes binding her body and then raised her still trembling arms. "N-now, turn away quickly!" The elf hastily complied. As the saintess chanted, a warm light brushed over the ropes binding her arms, and the reinforced hemp turned to ash. The iron shackles on her feet also snapped in two. Then, the saintess used her remaining magic to blast apart the heavy iron door. However, she didn't have enough magic left to free the young priestess or break her own ankle shackles. She could barely stand steadily and could only look at the elf with guilt. "Please... I'm really sorry, but I'll take good care of this child."